Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on May 13, 2007 20:38:24 GMT -5
Basics
Full name:
Rodolphus Lestrange
Nickname(s):
None
Date of Birth (not including year):
October 13th
Age (must fit with desired year):
17
Martial Status:
In a Relationship
School
Desired Year (if you are wanting to be a professor, write "see Teaching section" here):
7th
Wand:
Vine-Wood 11’ Dragon Heartstring
Pet (nothing too extreme):
None.
House (if you are a new, and therefore, unsorted member, you will be sorted, after you post this):
Slytherin
Family
Heritage (nationality, species, blood - in that order):
British/Wizard/Pure-Blood
Financial Status:
Wealthy
Father:
Radcliffe Lestrange – A charming and sought after man who did little to earn anything that he has. With a personality as cold as winter he was never close to any of his children except Rodolphus. From there, Rodolphus was supposed to teach his boys what they needed to know to survive. While his father is in shady deals and went to school with Tom Riddle he keeps the family secrets under wraps.
Mother:
Reese Lestrange – A secretive woman to say the least. She has a way with words, she doesn’t talk often but when she does it is always meaningful and well planned. Like she had been thinking it all over for some time. He respects her more then any other woman that has even graced his presence, finding her to be the best at everything she does. He often wished that he could have a wife like her, quiet and yet outspoken at the same time. Gentle and endearing yet stern.
Siblings:
Rabastan Lestrange – a sixth year Slytherin. His younger brother is his confidant, he shares all of his personal affairs with him, plans things out with him. He finds no need to hide things from family so he is more open with his brother then anyone else.
Guardians/Other Family (if your guardians are your parents, just write about other family here):
None.
Appearance
Character Representation:
David Boreanaz
Hair Description (include color, style, etc.):
A mess of dark brown rests atop of the oldest Lestrange boys head. The smooth locks are easy to maintain and he is usually seen with a laid back ‘just been shagged rotten’ do. When he actually wakes up early enough to put some effort into it, the brown mess becomes a more coordinated spiked up mess. Either way he always looks casual.
Eye Description (color, other description):
Chocolate brown eyes adorn his sturdy face. Sometimes they will look more hazel but that is not often, the dark eyes are just a part of him. They are masking and misleading. Even when lying it is hard to tell because his expressions never shine through there. Some have even say he appears to be soulless, his emotions never shine through.
Physical Appearance (height, build, etc.):
Standing at 6’1” he doesn’t consider himself to be the tallest boy around but he most definetly isn’t the shortest. His weight is just over 185 so while he is tall his body does contain muscle, he isn’t a weakling to say the least.
Predominant Feature(s) (anything really i. e. scars, etc.):
On the inside of his right arm is a small scar that most wouldn't catch unless they were looking for it throughly. It was a nasty fall from a tree when he was young where the bone actually came out through his skin, of course it wasn't so bad considering that it got sticked up and healed, he was just left with the scar to prove it. A not so big secret is a tattoo he has on his back with a serpent wrapping around an 'R' not very original, one of those drunk and that muggle tattoo place was there, type of thing.
Clothing (colors, style, etc.):
Mostly dark colors are seen on him, black, dark green and the only light he wears are white shirts strictly meant for sleeping in if he even wears clothes to bed at all. When in classes he wears the robes but if ever given the chance he would probably ditch the uniform altogether. Her will wear anything from blue jeans to black jeans, slacks... it really doesn't matter to him as long as it is clean and he likes it.
Mind Set
Sexual Preference:
Straight.
General Attitude:
He is the guy always watching from the shadows. You might not always notice him but he is there. Constantly watching. Rodolphus is usually a strong silent type unless something has pissed him off or if he is talking to someone. In a large group he is probably the most looked at but he never gives answers, choosing to just let Bella be the leader instead of himself. He find no need to shine out or do something stupid to get attention. In fact he doesn’t want attention cause that would ruin all of his plans. The eldest Lestrange can be seen as mysterious, there is something about him that you want to know but just can’t figure out.
Likes:
-Magic
-Dark Magic
-Quidditch
-Mysterious Things
-Bella
-Torture
-Lust
Dislikes:
-Deception (when it is towards him)
-Goody too shoes people
-Being found out
-Pathetics
-Gryffindorks
-Childish Behavior
Abilities:
Occlumency & Legimecy.
Bad Habits:
-smoking
-screwing anything that has nice legs
-being made of 100% jackass
-holding grudges
-being overprotective of his things
History (Three well written paragraphs at least)
It was storming the day he was born and the heaven simply cried. His mother was the first to hold him, first to see him other then the medi-witch because god only knows where the hell his father was and that was how life began for Rodolphus Lestrange. Just him and his mother against the world, oh yeah his father did end up coming in two hours later with five people carrying a thousand different flowers but she simply said to get them out of there because Rodolphus sneeze. He was spoiled from the moment he was born and no matter what anyone did to change it, he as there to stay. Nuzzled close to his mother he would cry erratically if they took him away. Of course his father eventually got handed over to the person he would later call father and throw up on him. Lovely childhood moment. Too bad he can't remember it.
Eventually he grew up, no ore throwing up but instead dealing with someone smaller then him crying and making all the noise in the world. His dear brother, the one he tried to toss out a window once. It was really just a welcome to the world type of thing but no one else say it like that. By the time he was eight years old his best friend was his broom, everyone else that came over to play was simply told to piss off and leave him alone. He enjoyed flying and that was his life, his passion and the only thing he found comfort in. The rest of his life was hectic with his grandparent coming over often he found it easy to just stay in his room or out on the grounds of the estate. Being inside was like being in prison except with art and people telling you how much you look like your father. Rodolphus never took that as a compliment, instead he wanted to look like his mother. Kind. But no, his face was one of an angel but inside he was nothing short of a deviant.
Constantly finding new ways to get into trouble or to sneak around, he was a clever boy, always figuring out all the right things to say to get what he wanted. Something that he carried with him through life. Something that simply became a part of who he was. When the letter for Hogwarts came in the mail everyone was excited but him. He was actually more interested in Durmstrang but no his father would hear none of that, telling him that it was a family tradition to go to Hogwarts because of the top notch education they provided. Hesitantly he ended up on the train, in a compartment with a beautiful girl. of course he didn't consider her beautiful then, just a girl he was trapped with for a few hours. She was sleek with black hair and a cute smile. It as like having a crush, something that he kept to himself. Bellatrix was her name and when she greeted him she hugged him. It was more then odd for him. Hugs. That was only something his mom gave him, never a perfect stranger.
He was sorted into Slytherin, not a lot of surprise there and started hanging out with the other boys in his class and some that were older, it was like he had a whole new family, a sly, lying family but still. It was nice know he wasn't the only one with secrets. Second year her discovered that his broom came in second to his hand. He was starting to have strange sensations and it made him feel odd, he couldn't talk to girls because they made him nervous. Well that changed in third year and he never reformed, of course he never publicly speaks about his conquests but he has a few things written down about them. By sixth year he was chasing Bellatrix Black. When he got her, he refused to let her do they fit so well together why would he ruin it, she was his match and he enjoyed her. He enjoyed talking to her and she had thoughts similar to his, she wasn't after to show what she wanted and he adored her for it. Seventh year has almost come to soon and now that it is soon to come to an end he isn't sure what is going to happen next but he hopes it is really worth all the trouble.
Sample RP (Three well written paragraphs at least)
"We can't do this here." Her smooth voice was saying against his neck as her hoisted her up against the wall. "Then tell me to stop." No one ever told him to stop and this girl was no different and even though they were in the middle of a corridor he didn't give a damn. He was ready and she was willing. Maybe he was just a whore but what was anyone going to do about it? Nothing cause they couldn't stop him even if they wanted to. Rodolphus knew that he was supposed to be back to the common room in five minutes so when the girl consented he simply dropped her to the ground and said maybe some other time. He wasn't exactly kind when it came to the slags that followed him around. He never had been able to get one of those extremely innocent girls to like him.
Maybe it was because all their friends told them not to, either way he didn't care, he had all her needed and much more waiting for him back in the common room and smelling like another woman wasn't going to win him anything. His stride was soft and knowing, getting caught would be the worst thing, his hair was a mess and anyone with half a brain would know what he had been doing not even minutes prior. His ear picked up on a small noise behind him but he didn't stop walking, it wasn't like any of those prefects were going to give him any trouble. He was pretty clear about who was in charge. With a smirk he walked by Evans as she was dealing with one of the Hufflepuff's so typical.
The brunette had no problems getting down to the dungeons, he had no worries and no problems, it was just after midnight and the chances of his head of house even noticing him walk by his chambers was slim to none, he was probably off with one of his girl, oh yeah. No one was supposed to know that, then again he wasn't supposed to know a lot of things. It was no odd coincidence that Rodolphus knew so much about different people, in fact he could guarantee that the person behind him now was Evans, she always had a certain way of sounding when she walk, a soft steady walk that could be intimidating to some. If he had his way she would probably be hanging in some dungeon getting what she had coming to her from Bella. Oh that would really make his night, hell it would make his life, even if they had to oblivate her when they were done he wouldn't have minded. Turning the corners and getting closer to the Slytherin common room was when he lost his part time stalker. Probably to scared to follow the big bag wolf down into the main layer of the snake. No problem with him when it came down to that. She wasn't even a speck of dust to him, just someone that was entertaining at moments and boring at others.
A long finger ran across the dirty dungeon walls as he heard the familiar sound of people speaking through the passage leading into the common room. He was sure that more then half the people isn't just didn't sleep, not even a little bit every night. they were always running their mouths about something new they had heard of something about Quidditch or girls. It just didn't matter. He said the password against the frame and walked in with ease. It was amazing how everyone stopped just to see who was in. One person turned away quickly while the others talked more trash one someone else even when staring at him. All of them so damn nosy. Maybe one day they would rid themselves of that problem. Tough luck when it came down to that, it would be like trying to change a man set in their ways.
Full name:
Rodolphus Lestrange
Nickname(s):
None
Date of Birth (not including year):
October 13th
Age (must fit with desired year):
17
Martial Status:
In a Relationship
School
Desired Year (if you are wanting to be a professor, write "see Teaching section" here):
7th
Wand:
Vine-Wood 11’ Dragon Heartstring
Pet (nothing too extreme):
None.
House (if you are a new, and therefore, unsorted member, you will be sorted, after you post this):
Slytherin
Family
Heritage (nationality, species, blood - in that order):
British/Wizard/Pure-Blood
Financial Status:
Wealthy
Father:
Radcliffe Lestrange – A charming and sought after man who did little to earn anything that he has. With a personality as cold as winter he was never close to any of his children except Rodolphus. From there, Rodolphus was supposed to teach his boys what they needed to know to survive. While his father is in shady deals and went to school with Tom Riddle he keeps the family secrets under wraps.
Mother:
Reese Lestrange – A secretive woman to say the least. She has a way with words, she doesn’t talk often but when she does it is always meaningful and well planned. Like she had been thinking it all over for some time. He respects her more then any other woman that has even graced his presence, finding her to be the best at everything she does. He often wished that he could have a wife like her, quiet and yet outspoken at the same time. Gentle and endearing yet stern.
Siblings:
Rabastan Lestrange – a sixth year Slytherin. His younger brother is his confidant, he shares all of his personal affairs with him, plans things out with him. He finds no need to hide things from family so he is more open with his brother then anyone else.
Guardians/Other Family (if your guardians are your parents, just write about other family here):
None.
Appearance
Character Representation:
David Boreanaz
Hair Description (include color, style, etc.):
A mess of dark brown rests atop of the oldest Lestrange boys head. The smooth locks are easy to maintain and he is usually seen with a laid back ‘just been shagged rotten’ do. When he actually wakes up early enough to put some effort into it, the brown mess becomes a more coordinated spiked up mess. Either way he always looks casual.
Eye Description (color, other description):
Chocolate brown eyes adorn his sturdy face. Sometimes they will look more hazel but that is not often, the dark eyes are just a part of him. They are masking and misleading. Even when lying it is hard to tell because his expressions never shine through there. Some have even say he appears to be soulless, his emotions never shine through.
Physical Appearance (height, build, etc.):
Standing at 6’1” he doesn’t consider himself to be the tallest boy around but he most definetly isn’t the shortest. His weight is just over 185 so while he is tall his body does contain muscle, he isn’t a weakling to say the least.
Predominant Feature(s) (anything really i. e. scars, etc.):
On the inside of his right arm is a small scar that most wouldn't catch unless they were looking for it throughly. It was a nasty fall from a tree when he was young where the bone actually came out through his skin, of course it wasn't so bad considering that it got sticked up and healed, he was just left with the scar to prove it. A not so big secret is a tattoo he has on his back with a serpent wrapping around an 'R' not very original, one of those drunk and that muggle tattoo place was there, type of thing.
Clothing (colors, style, etc.):
Mostly dark colors are seen on him, black, dark green and the only light he wears are white shirts strictly meant for sleeping in if he even wears clothes to bed at all. When in classes he wears the robes but if ever given the chance he would probably ditch the uniform altogether. Her will wear anything from blue jeans to black jeans, slacks... it really doesn't matter to him as long as it is clean and he likes it.
Mind Set
Sexual Preference:
Straight.
General Attitude:
He is the guy always watching from the shadows. You might not always notice him but he is there. Constantly watching. Rodolphus is usually a strong silent type unless something has pissed him off or if he is talking to someone. In a large group he is probably the most looked at but he never gives answers, choosing to just let Bella be the leader instead of himself. He find no need to shine out or do something stupid to get attention. In fact he doesn’t want attention cause that would ruin all of his plans. The eldest Lestrange can be seen as mysterious, there is something about him that you want to know but just can’t figure out.
Likes:
-Magic
-Dark Magic
-Quidditch
-Mysterious Things
-Bella
-Torture
-Lust
Dislikes:
-Deception (when it is towards him)
-Goody too shoes people
-Being found out
-Pathetics
-Gryffindorks
-Childish Behavior
Abilities:
Occlumency & Legimecy.
Bad Habits:
-smoking
-screwing anything that has nice legs
-being made of 100% jackass
-holding grudges
-being overprotective of his things
History (Three well written paragraphs at least)
It was storming the day he was born and the heaven simply cried. His mother was the first to hold him, first to see him other then the medi-witch because god only knows where the hell his father was and that was how life began for Rodolphus Lestrange. Just him and his mother against the world, oh yeah his father did end up coming in two hours later with five people carrying a thousand different flowers but she simply said to get them out of there because Rodolphus sneeze. He was spoiled from the moment he was born and no matter what anyone did to change it, he as there to stay. Nuzzled close to his mother he would cry erratically if they took him away. Of course his father eventually got handed over to the person he would later call father and throw up on him. Lovely childhood moment. Too bad he can't remember it.
Eventually he grew up, no ore throwing up but instead dealing with someone smaller then him crying and making all the noise in the world. His dear brother, the one he tried to toss out a window once. It was really just a welcome to the world type of thing but no one else say it like that. By the time he was eight years old his best friend was his broom, everyone else that came over to play was simply told to piss off and leave him alone. He enjoyed flying and that was his life, his passion and the only thing he found comfort in. The rest of his life was hectic with his grandparent coming over often he found it easy to just stay in his room or out on the grounds of the estate. Being inside was like being in prison except with art and people telling you how much you look like your father. Rodolphus never took that as a compliment, instead he wanted to look like his mother. Kind. But no, his face was one of an angel but inside he was nothing short of a deviant.
Constantly finding new ways to get into trouble or to sneak around, he was a clever boy, always figuring out all the right things to say to get what he wanted. Something that he carried with him through life. Something that simply became a part of who he was. When the letter for Hogwarts came in the mail everyone was excited but him. He was actually more interested in Durmstrang but no his father would hear none of that, telling him that it was a family tradition to go to Hogwarts because of the top notch education they provided. Hesitantly he ended up on the train, in a compartment with a beautiful girl. of course he didn't consider her beautiful then, just a girl he was trapped with for a few hours. She was sleek with black hair and a cute smile. It as like having a crush, something that he kept to himself. Bellatrix was her name and when she greeted him she hugged him. It was more then odd for him. Hugs. That was only something his mom gave him, never a perfect stranger.
He was sorted into Slytherin, not a lot of surprise there and started hanging out with the other boys in his class and some that were older, it was like he had a whole new family, a sly, lying family but still. It was nice know he wasn't the only one with secrets. Second year her discovered that his broom came in second to his hand. He was starting to have strange sensations and it made him feel odd, he couldn't talk to girls because they made him nervous. Well that changed in third year and he never reformed, of course he never publicly speaks about his conquests but he has a few things written down about them. By sixth year he was chasing Bellatrix Black. When he got her, he refused to let her do they fit so well together why would he ruin it, she was his match and he enjoyed her. He enjoyed talking to her and she had thoughts similar to his, she wasn't after to show what she wanted and he adored her for it. Seventh year has almost come to soon and now that it is soon to come to an end he isn't sure what is going to happen next but he hopes it is really worth all the trouble.
Sample RP (Three well written paragraphs at least)
"We can't do this here." Her smooth voice was saying against his neck as her hoisted her up against the wall. "Then tell me to stop." No one ever told him to stop and this girl was no different and even though they were in the middle of a corridor he didn't give a damn. He was ready and she was willing. Maybe he was just a whore but what was anyone going to do about it? Nothing cause they couldn't stop him even if they wanted to. Rodolphus knew that he was supposed to be back to the common room in five minutes so when the girl consented he simply dropped her to the ground and said maybe some other time. He wasn't exactly kind when it came to the slags that followed him around. He never had been able to get one of those extremely innocent girls to like him.
Maybe it was because all their friends told them not to, either way he didn't care, he had all her needed and much more waiting for him back in the common room and smelling like another woman wasn't going to win him anything. His stride was soft and knowing, getting caught would be the worst thing, his hair was a mess and anyone with half a brain would know what he had been doing not even minutes prior. His ear picked up on a small noise behind him but he didn't stop walking, it wasn't like any of those prefects were going to give him any trouble. He was pretty clear about who was in charge. With a smirk he walked by Evans as she was dealing with one of the Hufflepuff's so typical.
The brunette had no problems getting down to the dungeons, he had no worries and no problems, it was just after midnight and the chances of his head of house even noticing him walk by his chambers was slim to none, he was probably off with one of his girl, oh yeah. No one was supposed to know that, then again he wasn't supposed to know a lot of things. It was no odd coincidence that Rodolphus knew so much about different people, in fact he could guarantee that the person behind him now was Evans, she always had a certain way of sounding when she walk, a soft steady walk that could be intimidating to some. If he had his way she would probably be hanging in some dungeon getting what she had coming to her from Bella. Oh that would really make his night, hell it would make his life, even if they had to oblivate her when they were done he wouldn't have minded. Turning the corners and getting closer to the Slytherin common room was when he lost his part time stalker. Probably to scared to follow the big bag wolf down into the main layer of the snake. No problem with him when it came down to that. She wasn't even a speck of dust to him, just someone that was entertaining at moments and boring at others.
A long finger ran across the dirty dungeon walls as he heard the familiar sound of people speaking through the passage leading into the common room. He was sure that more then half the people isn't just didn't sleep, not even a little bit every night. they were always running their mouths about something new they had heard of something about Quidditch or girls. It just didn't matter. He said the password against the frame and walked in with ease. It was amazing how everyone stopped just to see who was in. One person turned away quickly while the others talked more trash one someone else even when staring at him. All of them so damn nosy. Maybe one day they would rid themselves of that problem. Tough luck when it came down to that, it would be like trying to change a man set in their ways.