LESTRANGE, rodolphus

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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,

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always lookin' down at all i see
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,

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the spaces i can't reach
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[/B] Rodolphus Dolphine Lestrange

NICKNAMES: Rod

AGE: 58

D.O.B.: October, 12th, 1950

ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters

PROFESSION: Professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy

WAND TYPE: 13 Inches, Ashwinder Scale, and Ivy

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YOU KNOW THAT I ,

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could use somebody
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[/B] Dark brown, it is now speckled with grey, which he wears in short but long length. Which he wears combined back loosely.

EYE COLOUR: Chocolate brown eyes, that are of skinny almound shape. One eye lid hangs a bit lower then the other.

HEIGHT: 6’5

WEIGHT: 245

BODY TYPE: Tall, muscle filled, has gone semi soft around the middle.

VOICE: Deep rich voice, a slight gravel tone to it, with a slight hint of a Scottish accent.

PERSONAL STYLE: Usually in a pair of nice jeans or slakes, and a button down shirt and a

GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Scars: A few random ones. A long and fairly defined one down his left side.

Tattoos/Piercings: The Dark Mark of Course, And a tattoo of a scroll around across his back that says, Sânge şi Onoare, mai presus de toate, which in Romaine means Blood and Honor above all.

Appearance: He is 6‘5 and 235. He is tall, broad shouldered, muscle filled, and slightly knocked kneed. He has clean cut dark brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes. And distinguishing features? Why yes, his eyes are of slightly, just slightly different shape. One eyelid hangs a bit lower then the other. And he has a rather large birth mark in the shape of an apple, on his left thigh.
As for his over all looks, well he is quite good looking, and why shouldn’t he be for a man of his stature? He often uses it to advantage. Manipulation has become his favorite tools, a wink in the right place he’s a learned can do one a world of good. His hair he wears cut longish but stylish and proper. Usually worn free or combed back, depending on this situation.

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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,

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and how you speak
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{+} Reading
{+} Running
{+} Swimming
{+} His Family
{+} The Dark Lord
{+} Sex
{+} Dueling
{+} Whiskey, Scotch, and Vodka
{+} Cigars

CHARACTER DISLIKES:
{-} Trashy People
{-} Quiddatch
{-} Mudbloods
{-} Bella, Ssshhh! it’s a secret.
{-} Feeling bored.
{-} Not Having A Child of His Own
{-} People Who Argue in Public
{-} Purebloods Who Have Forgotten Their Place.
{-} Flying

GOALS:
+ A Secret Desire: To Divorce Bella
+ To One Day Have A Child of His Own

BOGGART: A Healer telling him he was sterile since he truly wants to have a child of his own. Carry on the family name. Have an heir.

PATRONUS: Though he may not quite remember it all, but when he reflects, he’d “say” (though he’d never admit to it) the birth of his little brother Rabastan.

DEMENTOR: When his Father died. Even though he was only about four he can still remember quite vividly when his Mother first sat him down and told him how ‘Daddy wasn’t going to be coming home.’ That ‘Daddy got hurt real bad, and fell asleep and won’t be waking up.’ A lot like what happened to Daddy’s owl when it got hurt, she explained.

AMORENTIA: Rain, That Smell That Happens Right Before A Thunderstorm, Dark Chocolate, and Something Cooking

BASIC PERSONALITY: Proud, Loud Mouthed, Egotistical, Rude, Manipulative, Git, Ingenious, Brutish, Intelligent, and shhhh… But he can be quite the Teddy Bear.

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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,

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[/B] Cronus Lestrange

MOTHER: Rhea Lestrange

BROTHER(S): Rabastan Lestrange

SISTER(S): N/A

OTHER:

~ Wife: Bellatrix Lestrange

BLOOD STATUS: Pure, Of course.

HOMETOWN: N/A Has lived in Lestrange Manor his whole life.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lestrange Manor. An old castle in the hills of Scotland, surrounded by lavish dark green hills and forests. Is practically inaccessible from the outside world, be it from the six foot walls that incase it, or the ancient magic that seeps through it. That only allows those welcomed by the Master of the house in it.

BIOGRAPHY: October 12th 1950 was a very boisterous day, that should be commemorated with a ticker tape parade, and fancy parties and such. Since it was the day, that at 5:50 AM Cronus and Rhea Lestrange welcomed their first son into the world, Rodolphus Dolphine Lestrange, almost exactly one year and two months after their lavish wedding ceremony.
Well that day was of extra excitement, not only since they quickly secured a heir to the powerful family of Lestrange, but it was day of rejoice after an almost month of mourning at the tragic and sudden death of Rhea’s Father, who Rodolphus was named in honor of. Who the baby boy would one day, take after greatly in looks and personality.

The small infant was brought up in household were he was spoiled rotten, and treated as Prince. His first sign of magic was, at the tender age of three and half, when he turned the pile of veg sitting before him, into various sweets. It of course earned him spanking, but he was allowed to eat all the sweet that he made appear. And this outward showing of magic, especially at such a young age.

This lavish lifestyle suited the boy greatly, till at the age of 5 and half, when he no longer was a little boy, but powerful man in the making, his younger brother was brought into the world on March 11th.
It changed his life dramatically, since in that he no longer was the center of attention, the reason for the Earth’s revolving. He of course lashed out, within the first month of his brother being new to the world, he set fire to many things his mothers hair, drapes, and a pile of nappies that needed washing. After a while the fits stopped and Rod became accustomed to the role of big brother. And after a time, enjoyed it. Especially when Rab began to really move and started to use his vocal cords, he now was in a way a new play thing.

But the Lestrange happy little family look would soon fall horribly to pieces at the murder of its head of household. Cronus was dead, by ministry hands no less. Well at least that what the ‘rumor’ was. The Ministry would never admit to it, many were angered, but the large mass thought he got what was coming to him. The mass though not thinking of the broken family he left behind, the two sons who’d grow up with not Father, and not trusting an sort of authority as side effect. A big mistake by the Ministry in that they pretty much handed the Dark Lord two of his most powerful and loyal subjects to him in pretty little ribbon box.

Rod’s Mother stayed strong through the whole incident, and after burying her husband she tried to raise her sons as normally as possible. But Rod noticed the change, and at the age of six immerged strong and tried to play ‘man of the house hold’. All he managed was becoming one of the greatest big brothers in history, to little one and half Rabastan. The two of them became inseparable.

In till Rodolphus got his letter, and was forced leave his happy home for Hogwarts. Luckily one of the things he did mange to teach Rab to do academically was to read and write, so abused Rod’s poor owl, Caesar, with constant letters back and forth, but of course they slowly drifted apart. Though today they are slowly, but surely achieving the brotherhood status they had when they were younger.

Fresh out of Hogwarts and full of ideas, Rodolphus decided to do things right off the bat, devote his life to the Dark Lord and receive the mark. And marry Bellatrix Black. Do the proper pureblooded thing. He now regrets both things greatly. One though more then the other.

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[/B] Becky

RP EXPERIENCE: Four years?

HOW YOU FOUND US: Ad hoping.

OTHER CHARACTERS: None as of yet.

RP SAMPLE:
AN: This is just a quick explanation of what is happening. I am playing the role Rabastan Lestrange, who is in love with his best friend, Augustus Rookwood (who just recently discovered is beginning to harbor feelings for Rabastan). They in their seventh year got drunk and woke up the next morning in the same bed. Well since then its been rather awkward, only made more so when Rabastan came out of the closet to his dear friend. The fallowing is them just catching up, after not seeing each other for quit some time.

Jumping half a foot out off the couch at the sound or Augustus' voice, Rabastian swore loudly, and colorfully. "Damn Augie... Can't you knock like a normal wizard?" He said shaking his head, a light smirk though giving him away. He decided to ignore the other's cheeky comments about his quick flighted clean.

Butterflies took flight in his stomach as his gaze took in his best mate fully. Since their seventh year, and the incident, as it was referred to between the two of them. Rab harbored great feelings for the man before him. He would of course never admit to it. Him finally admitting toward the end of their seventh year that he was shirt lifter, was big thing between them. Let alone that not only he was gay, but he loved Augie. Well that could be the straw that broke the Hippogriffs back.

Getting control of himself, Rab stood slowly "Can I get you anything to drink? Fire whiskey, Brandy, Vodka.?" He asked opening up the door to the liquor cabinet. Pouring himself, a nice timber of whiskey. He'd never admit it, but he was quite uncomfortable living in his brother's house, felt a bit like a third wheel. But the one thing he did love about it, was the liquor. His brother's fascination and desire for only the best liquor had a reputation, and Rab quite liked that he could reap the benefits of it.

Taking a sip of the harsh amber liquid, Rab smiled over his glass. "Yes, way to long of time." The words were out before he could stop himself, damning himself on the inside. He took a small sip of his drink before continuing, hoping the slip up wouldn't be taken in the context that he meant it in. "I'm well, and as is Catalina. She says 'Hi!' by the way." He added taking another sip. "What about yourself?" He asked filling is class again.

Hearing the awkward pregnant pause, and that weird laugh Augustus did when he was nervous, and didn't wish to speak about something but needed to. Rabastan drained his glass and quickly took up his previous spot on the sofa.

"I figured this would come up..." Rab said nibbling on his lip, not realizing his right hand had gripped his left forearm. "He's back." He said so quietly it was almost to himself. "One of Rod's contacts told him that the Dark Lord has been spotted. He is back Augie."

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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,

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