Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Aug 13, 2009 22:06:37 GMT -1
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RP Experience::7-8 years
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Basic Character Info
Name::
Rodolphus Reynold Lestrange
Nickname/s::
"Oh, you must be jokin', love."
Age & Birthday::
47 || September 9th
Blood Status::
"I am insulted by that question." **Storms off**
Member Group::
Death Eater
Education Level::
Hogwarts Graduate
House::
Slytherin
Current Events::
"Oh, jus' maintainin' the status quo of torturing Mudbloods and raising children..."
Background
Family::
PHINEAS & ROMALIA LESTRANGE
-parents-both deceased...[finally]
siblings»» Rabastan Lestrange -- Little brother and Rodolphus' closest thing to a real friend. Rabastan is incredibly important to Rodolphus whether Rabastan knows it or not.
Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black - wife
Damian Lestrange - Son
Demeteria Lestrange - Daughter
History::
From the time he was born, Rodolphus Reynold was expected to be just a carbon copy of his father. Staunch pureblooded aristocrat of the finest degree, quietly shaping the wiazarding world from in the shadows. That all changed the day Rodolphus set his tutor's robe on fire. Six at the time, most dismissed as a simple accident of a magically gifted child, but Rodolphus knew better. He had that streak from the start. That he wasn't quite all there or "right". His troublesome glint in his brown eyes appeared shortly thereafter. The little accidents quickly caught his father's attention and he knew Rodolphus would need some additional guidance. It was a good thing he had been born into a wealthy family with a large estate. It wouldn't have done well for Rodolphus to have nothing but the bums in the street to use as target practice.
While he wasn't allowed a wand at such a young age, Rodolphus had a real knack for managing to cause those around him to come to harm. His father was at loss for what to do. Rodolphus was his eldest son and it wasn't going to do well if rumors about Rodolphus' tendencies got around. So, he used what he often did that got him results in the wizarding world, bribery. For every party or even that Rodolphus went to, if he behaved like a proper pureblooded boy should, then he would get turned loose in the forest until the morning when he got home.
For most boys, this would have been either frightening or a dreadfully boring prize. Rodolphus, though, was far from a normal boy. For him, it meant getting to release his tendencies on the creatures that lived in the woods on their grounds. And that was bribe enough for Rodolphus to follow the strict rules of his father. So the years played out like that. Behaving when his father requested it and then raging off into the forest afterward, Rodolphus spent a great deal of time learning interesting ways of causing pain and death without the aid of magic.
In time, he turned his attention to other things, mostly music and looking after his brother. While he didn't feel especially close with his mother and father when it came to his brother, Rodolphus felt very attached. Always keeping an eye on him and trying to include him with everything he did, it was the first time that Rodolphus didn't feel like he was merely just tolerating someone. There was only one other person he had the same feeling for, but she always managed to hide away else where when they were at the same event.
Rodolphus was shipped off first to Durmstrang when he was eleven. Hogwarts sent a letter of course, though his father insisted on the other school. When Rodolphus returned home that summer, a letter came with him requesting that Mr. Lestrange re-consider sending their sons to Hogwarts. The smirk Rodolphus had on his face when he arrived home hasn't left his face since. Starting his second year at Hogwarts, Rodolphus was placed in Slytherin and soon felt like it was his second home. His father impressed upon the boy that if a similar letter came home this summer that he may not live to see the next one. So for the most part, Rodolphus was well behaved and was willing to play this game again for a little while longer. Quidditch helped out immensely with his tendencies, letting his aggressions play out fiercely on the pitch.
The reintroduction of Bella into his life had an astounding affect on him. The control she had over him only grew stronger as they progressed through school. His hate for mudbloods and blood traitors increased and he spent as much time in the hospital wing for quidditch injuries as he did for fights in the halls. The fever grew so great that his father had to be called in once during his sixth year. Restraint was never a thing Rodolphus understood. But somehow his father got Rodolphus to tame himself. Rodolphus managed to graduate from Hogwarts with good marks and entered into a position with the Ministry after school. He entered the ranks of the Death Eaters after graduating as well. It didn't take long for Rodolphus' talents to get noticed.
The importance of his missions grew quickly and his loyalty was stronger than most had ever seen. It was when he was twenty that Rodolphus fell from the graces of his master. An utter failure, not only had Rodolphus failed to retrieve the needed object for his master, the victim had escaped. The week that followed changed Rodolphus. When he was finally seen by his brother again, he was a great deal gaunter and darker than he had been. Terrifyingly loyal now, more than before, Rodolphus was consumed with never failing his master again and making sure he never failed again. He grew more violent with killing and more ravenous with each passing mission. He managed to balance that life with that of a more public one. The twisted balancing seeming to bring an eerie peace to Rodolphus.
The whole marriage had hit him like a whirlwind. Bellatrix's pregnancy was a surprise. Rodolphus found himself being hit with pangs of panic about the children, when Bellatrix wasn't hitting him with something else. When they finally did make their grand appearance, Rodolphus found himself a lot more attached to them than he had expected. He wasn't going to make Father of the Year, ever, but he did like being around them. Trying to amuse the strange little things and keep them safe.
He's lost track of time, but he seems to remember them being two when he was sent to Azkaban. Merlin, that had been a night of colossal artistry. The Longbottoms had been fantastic to play with, so willing to fight and refusing to break. It had been inspiring. And Rodolphus couldn't remember a time when Bellatrix had looked more entrancing.
Rodolphus's time in Azkaban ripped whatever small bit of sanity he had left completely away and when he was finally broken out with Bellatrix, he was totally unhinged. He's since gained back small bits of his sanity, the jobs he's been doing lately for the Dark Lord have helped in that. And just being back at Bellatrix's side has strengthened him immensely.
Personality::
Ghoul. Monster. Crazy.
That's been some of the more memorable things Rodolphus remembers about the articles in the Daily Prophet about just the latest rash of killings in London. All describing the murders caused by what must have been teams of Death Eaters. Rodolphus has a hard enough time not smirking about it when he hears people whispering it in the streets. Teams of Death Eaters. The Dark Lord doesn't need teams. Not when he can just send Rodolphus to do it. He's always had a real finesse for the art of torture and killing. A real passion and love of it. Takes his time and enjoys the missions his Dark Lord sends him on, Rodolphus seems to have been born for it. Rodolphus doesn't feel pity or remorse for anyone he's killed or incarcerated in Mungos, he sleeps easily, when he does sleep. Some people do drugs for a thrill, others have sex in public places, for Rodolphus, there seems to be no high like when he's sent to torture and murder a person. He deals with the Ministry job his father got him only to wait out until his master takes control of the Wizarding world. Rodolphus will do anything to further his master's plan and won't let anything stop him.
Before getting slammed into Azkaban, Rodolphus begrudgingly carried out his other mission in life. That of an affluent and proper pureblood. Gleaning information from sources, though he didn't consider that to be very helpful to his master. And as far as anyone else knew, Rodolphus Lestrange was a charming young man. Smart and cunning, Rodolphus put on a decent enough front. His father made sure of that. Impossibly polite to his superiors and horribly arrogant to those beneath him, Lestrange was one of the poster boys of the Pureblood future. But he hated it. He hated having to act so restrained and 'tamed'. That light laugh and playful smirk masked his darker thoughts.
Dark and twisted is a good way to describe the way his brain works. As much as he loves pain and death, music is something Rodolphus has a passion for as well. A skilled piano player, Rodolphus has always liked the instrument. Wizard chess is also one of the more mundane things Rodolphus has an affinity for.
His insomnia plays a large part into his behaviour. Catch him after several days without sleep and he's more snappish and far more impatient. And that's just when he's lucid. The less sleep Rodolphus gets, the more blood thirsty and violent he becomes on missions, until he's a down right animal. His actions are more rash and less thought out, acting on his instincts and first impulses. Most of the time this only makes for a fiercer impression on the enemies of his master, but he can get too carried away if there's no one there to pull him back. And rarely does that occur. As far as he's concerned there are only two people in his life that he needs to listen to. His master and Bellatrix.
The two most influential people in his life and he's fairly certain neither care much for him. But he doesn't care. In the matter of Voldemort, Rodolphus knows he's a soldier. Soldiers fight and they die. Rodolphus has never feared dying for the cause. And he has never once thought about being anything but loyal to his master. He failed Voldemort once and spent a week paying for it. A week that felt like years to him. Since then, Rodolphus has never failed or wavered during a mission. He will die before failing Voldemort again.
Far more on his mind though is Bellatrix. Tossed together since their youth, Rodolphus can't remember ever not knowing her. Or remember a time when he didn't feel enraptured by her. While he doesn't understand it, or care to for that matter, there is just something about Bella that tames Rodolphus' mind instantly. Addicted to her presence like a drug, Rodolphus is an unrepentant addict. She just needs to walk into a room and Rodolphus loses focus. Fiercely loyal and protective of her, Rodolphus will back her play and ideas. He knows though, that Bella doesn't seem to have much of an interest in him or his well being. It doesn't matter to him though. She could tear his heart out and rip it to shreds, he wouldn't abandon her if she needed him. Rodolphus knows though, that Bellatrix would never need saving.
And when it comes to playing a Father, Rodolphus likes to think he's fairly decent at it. He's not a role model of anything, especially sanity, but he loves his children dearly. Azkaban ripped him so completely from Bella, his children, everything he had ever learned to care about. He won't tolerate any harm coming their way.
Likes::
Bella
Rabastan
Reading
Playing the piano
Torturing Mudbloods
oh, and killing them too, that can be fun
Wizard chess
Tea
Dueling
Quidditch
Playing with people's brains
Dislikes::
Blood traitors
Mudbloods
Being outsmarted
Looking foolish in front of his family
Overly peppy people
Cheaters
Fire whiskey
Over confident people that aren't himself
Potions
Summer
Christmas Holidays
Appearance
Description::
hair»»
Well, that all depends on when a person runs into the eldest Lestrange, now doesn't it? During the daylight hours and even extending into the night if the situation calls for it, Rodolphus pulls off a charming appearance. For the most part, anyways. From across the room, his dark brown hair is perfectly combed and in place. But what he fancies to be his truer nature, take a walk through Knockturn Alley one night and he may make an appearance Wild hair in a frenzied state the Death Eater that kills with ease and pleasure bears little resemblance to the man of the day.
eyes»»
An insomniac of the worst degree, his blood shot eyes gives Lestrange a fierce look. The dark circles under his eyes, hidden during the day time add to the man's ghoulish appearance. He's never been an easy read, save for Bella and his younger brother, Rodolphus prefers to keep it that way. One of the things that unsettle people the most about him is that strange glint he can get in his eyes. Friendly and fiend like all at the same time, that sparking in his brown eyes isn't something most people find heartening.
body type»» His build is certainly not what's impressive about him. Lithe and still athletic, Rodolphus was never a great hulk of a person. Blade like could even be used to described his physical shape. A toned build and standing at an even six foot, Rodolphus has other ways of making a lasting impression on people. It's his smile that frightens most of his victims. Not usually managing anything more than a smirk in public, that's the friendliest expression Rodolphus is able to manage. If he's seen smiling, it's a safe bet there's someone in pain or nearly dead close by. The same seems to be true with his laugh. Rodolphus has always had a nasty habit of laughing at the most inappropriate times.
distinguishing features»»
Hidden when forced into politer company, Rodolphus has several tattoos inked into his skin. Two small ones on his fingers, usually covered with a ring and quite a few on his upper arms. His upper body is scarred. Payment for failure when he was twenty, the marks have healed but are still dark streaks kept there by a sinister hex of magic. Not incredibly tall, Rodolphus still stands like a colossus and carries himself with an easy grace. He's never one to rush anywhere. A steady pace and a confident swagger since he was a boy, Rodolphus manages to maintain that effortless grace even when his shirt is stained with blood.
Picture::
Celebrity:: Johnny Depp
RP Example
--From another RP I'm at. The bolded bits are the other player's words. Poor Bella and Roddy, they've having a nasty bit of a scrap...
Oh, I've also edited out the F-Bomb, cause I wasn't sure if that's a board no- no ^^. Heh, they tend to cuss like sailors when they're angry...
"Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
Rodolphus sighed, disgustedly, pulling away from her and walking back over to the fireplace. She knew just what he had meant. How could she not? He was no idiot. He saw the way the Dark Lord would look at her from time to time. Turning on his heel, he heard the groan of the chair as Bellatrix stood up. His body was tense as she stalked over to him. Reflecting the hate right back at her, he glared down at the tiny witch. Her bony fist had a force behind it that Rodolphus hadn't been expecting. It crashed into his jaw and his vision blurred for a second. His head snapped back up and he grabbed that wrist in a vice like grip. He dragged her in close, right up to him as he matched her stand offish glare. How easy it would have been to snap the bloody thing. One twist of his hand and he could have her screaming. He had done it countless times before to mudbloods and bloodtraitors he had been sent after.
”F--- you. I don’t care anymore.”
"You never did! Everyone says you're not capable of it. Foolish me for thinkin' the f--- otherwise!"
Snarling, he roughly pushed her away. Rodolphus's temper was getting worse and the better of him with every word that Bellatrix spoke. He took a step away from her. If he didn't and got much closer to her, he was liable to lose all control. He stormed away from Bellatrix. She was already ascending the stairs as he looked around for his wand. Making his way back around the couch, he stopped, seeing it in the corner. A glint caught his eyes and noticed Bellatrix's wand laying near the edge of the rug. Picking it up, Rodolphus dropped it and shook his hand. It had felt like the damn thing had bitten him. A splinter stung his hand. He picked it up again, this time not getting pricked by it.
Walking into the entryway, the doors were still swinging gently from the wind and the rain. Rodolphus pushed them shut and let his mind cool down. His heated thoughts gradually disappearing from him. He traced a finger across the ornate design of the door. He was at a loss, not knowing what he should do. His jaw was still throbbing and he felt a trickle of warm blood sliding down his chin. Go or stay? He knew he couldn't leave. Unless she turned that damn beast of a dog on him, Rodolphus had no intention of leaving.
”I didn’t mean that…
He turned, looking up at Bellatrix. His eyes were still hard as he watched her come down the stairs. Dropping his head when she mentioned loving him "if he hadn't done anything to her", Rodolphus laughed. He laughed until she said that she had meant it. What cruelness was she playing out now? Looking back to her, Rodolphus studied her face, listened to her voice This wasn't a trick or anything like that. But Rodolphus still couldn't believe he had heard those words come from her.
”I love you…I don’t know what the hell it means, but…I feel something for you.”
He stood there, staring. Trying to work his brain around what she had said, he was finally able to look back up at her. His feet drifted toward the stairs where she sat. Her breaths sounded as tired as she appeared. Rodolphus took a seat beside her on the cool step. Glancing once over at her, he saw how her hands were cradling her head. Taking her wand from his pocket, he tapped it against her shoulder, handing it back to her with a small smirk. His teeth were a little red with the stain of blood. He sat beside her for a few more moments before looking back over to her. He loved her, there was no helping it. It didn't matter what she said or how she would hurt him. He was a lost cause when it came right down to it.
"Come on," Rodolphus said, pulling her up to her feet as he stood. Standing there, Rodolphus wavered for a moment. He wanted to run a hand through her hair, kiss her even, but he told himself not to. "I'm not gonna let you pass out on the stairs," Rodolphus said heading up the stairs, still holding her by the hand. Reaching the top of the stairs, Rodolphus looked for the door he figured belonged to Bellatrix. It wasn't a hard search. There was only one door that looked like it had gotten slammed around for years. Rodolphus stopped at the door, leaning against the wall. Looking over at Bellatrix, he grinned.
"We're quite the f------g pair..." He shook his head and laughed. Looking back over to her with a grin, he got lost in just how beautiful he found her. Raising a hand to her face, his thumb gently stroked her cheek. He stole a kiss from the top of her brow and then from her lips. His hand moved from her cheek, playing around to the nape of her neck. "I love you," it was whispered and said only for Bellatrix to hear. No matter how much those nosy paintings on the wall leaned in against their frames. He pulled back from her.
"Good night, Miss Black. Try not to kill me in your sleep tonight. It would be nice to see you in the morning," he teased, letting his hand drop away. A good deal of Rodolphus was wanting to give in to his impulses. Catch Bellatrix up in his arms and forget that he had ever learned how to act like a gentleman. But, with a great deal of effort, he didn't. He had to look away from Bellatrix and started off for the stairs. He'd force himself to get lost in the library all night, if sleep refused to claim him again.
