Post by rodolphus on Jul 25, 2009 23:25:32 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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Rodolphus Constantine Lestrange [/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Rodo
AGE: 58
D.O.B.: January 14, 1950
ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters / With the Dark Lord
PROFESSION: He works for only Lord Voldemort.
WAND TYPE: Yew, dragon heartstring, 13 inches
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Black
HEIGHT: 6' 4"
WEIGHT: About 190
BODY TYPE: Muscular, well defined and toned.
VOICE: Raspy, very deep, but when he needs to, sultry and convincing.
PERSONAL STYLE: Black. Constantly. Suits, most of the time, but other than that, his clothes generally tend to look the same.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Rodo is muscular, and at an average height for his age. His biceps and forearms are large, and his body as a whole is solid as a rock. His face is rugged and chiseled, occasionally clean shaven. His hair can range from long to short, it really depends on how he's feeling. His lips are full and soft, and his eyes are alluring.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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(+) Sex
(+) Torturing
(+) Hitting Bella
(+) Sleeping with Bella
(+) Killing
(+) Spells
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
(-) Getting caught
(-) Talking to Bella
(-) Rab (occasionally)
(-) Children
(-) Muggles
(-) Smoking
GOALS: Find a decent wife
BOGGART: Bella leaving him. It demonstrates Rodo having the short stick for once in a situation. If it happens, it will have to be him doing the leaving.
PATRONUS: Harry Potter's death
DEMENTOR: Captured for torturing the Longbottoms
AMORENTIA:
Bella's perfume
Burning flesh
Clean Laundry
Blood
BASIC PERSONALITY: Evil, Harsh, Insane, Loud, Dishonest, Irrational, Spontaneous
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Rhea Lestrange
BROTHER(S): Rabastan Lestrange
SISTER(S): None
OTHER:
Wife- Bellatrix Lestrange
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
HOMETOWN: Lestrange Manor, Scotland
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lestrange Manor in Scotland (same)
BIOGRAPHY:
It was below freezing the day Rodolphus Constantine Lestrange was born. His parents were proud to have such an attractive first born son, and Rodo intended to live up to what his parents wanted. He grew up in the Lestrange Manor his entire life, with the sprawling grounds and multiple servants. Rodo preceded his brother Rabastan, and he loved messing around with his little brother. When they were kids, though, no matter how much Rodo messed with Rab, they stayed fairly close. They would play tricks on each other, and others, and they would always team up on their parents. It was when they got their Hogwarts letters that their alliances with each other was tested.
Rodo got his first, and Rab only a couple years later. Rodo was sorted into Slytherin, and kept up his brooding and evil attitude all through school. He got high marks in things like Potions and Transfiguration, but classes that didn't matter to him, like Astronomy and Defense Against the Dark Arts, he declined to even try to pay attention. Unlike his peers, Rodo would pay more attention to the things they weren't supposed to be learning, like how to perform a perfect Unforgivable Curse.
Soon after Rodo graduated by the skin of his teeth, he married Bellatrix Black, not for love or money, but because it was just expected. She was attractive and wealthy, but Rodo despised his wife, no matter how good the sex was. He would often abuse her, and their relationship was percieved by others as powerful and rich. While in reality, it was dysfunctional and hopeless. Rodo ignored it.
Soon after, Rodo and his wife pledged their allegiance to the Dark Lord, and were sent to Azkaban just months after for torturing some stupid, petty family. Rodo was in for life with Rab, but they escaped and ever since then, Rodo has pledged to never go back. It won't happen, however, for Lord Voldemort finally won the battle of good and evil when Harry Potter was killed. That day, and that day only, was the only time Rodo ever remembered having a decent conversation with his wife, as they were both pleased about the same thing. Things moved on, and to this day, Rodo still works for the Dark Lord, occasionally getting along with his wife. But it's rare.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 6 months?
HOW YOU FOUND US: Google!
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
RP SAMPLE:
It was a blur. A far off memory that was a scattered dream. Arthur walked through the hallways, numb to everything around him. It had felt like weeks since he'd last seen her, and it was wearing him out. Bri was like his daily dose of healthy vitamins, and quitting her cold turkey was physically painful. Arthur knew how he felt about her, he knew that they could never be the way she wanted. But it didn't change the solid fact that he didn't miss her. He still needed to hear her voice. He still needed to see her face, feel her smooth fingertips caress his skin. Arthur had known all along that eventually this would happen, as it always did with friends like them. It still didn't help the sad thought that was penetrating every cell in his body. The feeling that they would never be the same just wouldn't go away. He hated it, he hated it with everything that he had, but he couldn't change it. If Arthur had learned anything at Hogwarts, anything at all, it was that he couldn't change anything. Everything was susceptible to turn out differently than he wanted. It bothered him, not knowing where she was or what she was doing, but he had to accept that he couldn't make things different. Arthur turned a corner, walking slower than anyone else in the hallway, deliberately walking at a sloth's pace. He didn't want to go to his last class. He didn't want to learn, he didn't want to socialize with others. He just wanted to find her, to comfort her, to tell her that it would all be okay. But he couldn't. If she were to ask how he knew that, he wouldn't be able to answer her. And if Arthur couldn't answer a question that Bri asked, the world was over. He didn't want to take that chance.
She must have seen him before he saw her. But one minute, Arthur was staring at his black shoes, and the next, he was looking into those familiar, beautiful eyes. They were hers. There they were, right in front of him. Bri looked beautiful, like she always did, but there was something distorted about her appearance. There was no smile, no dimples, no bright eyes. She had been....crying. A thick lump of emotion rose in Arthur's throat. Anger followed shortly after. Who had done this to his best friend? Who had wiped that incredible smile off of her face? Who had stripped this wonderful soul away from this flawless body? Arthur wanted to kill, right then and there, the person who had done this to her. But, before he could get a word out, she was gone. She had disappeared as quickly as she'd came, and with a crashing realization, it dawned on him who had committed the heinous crime of torturing his other half, his sister, his soulmate. It was him. Arthur felt the world around him fade away, felt the feelings and emotions melt from his body, felt his soul die inside of him. He was nothing but a shell, walking around and learning magic. The skeleton of who he was stumbled to the closest bathroom he could find. Arthur practically fell onto the sinks, bracing his hands on either sides, looking into the mirror. He looked disgusting, his forehead sweaty, his hair mussed. His eyes were bloodshot, probably from lack of sleep for the past three days, and there were dark circles everywhere. Arthur couldn't stand to look at himself anymore. Turning away from the sinks, Arthur ran for the nearest stall, bolting it and leaning up against the side. He breathed heavily, trying to keep himself from breaking down. He didn't know what to do anymore. This was getting out of hand. This had to be solved, before it killed them both.
She must have seen him before he saw her. But one minute, Arthur was staring at his black shoes, and the next, he was looking into those familiar, beautiful eyes. They were hers. There they were, right in front of him. Bri looked beautiful, like she always did, but there was something distorted about her appearance. There was no smile, no dimples, no bright eyes. She had been....crying. A thick lump of emotion rose in Arthur's throat. Anger followed shortly after. Who had done this to his best friend? Who had wiped that incredible smile off of her face? Who had stripped this wonderful soul away from this flawless body? Arthur wanted to kill, right then and there, the person who had done this to her. But, before he could get a word out, she was gone. She had disappeared as quickly as she'd came, and with a crashing realization, it dawned on him who had committed the heinous crime of torturing his other half, his sister, his soulmate. It was him. Arthur felt the world around him fade away, felt the feelings and emotions melt from his body, felt his soul die inside of him. He was nothing but a shell, walking around and learning magic. The skeleton of who he was stumbled to the closest bathroom he could find. Arthur practically fell onto the sinks, bracing his hands on either sides, looking into the mirror. He looked disgusting, his forehead sweaty, his hair mussed. His eyes were bloodshot, probably from lack of sleep for the past three days, and there were dark circles everywhere. Arthur couldn't stand to look at himself anymore. Turning away from the sinks, Arthur ran for the nearest stall, bolting it and leaning up against the side. He breathed heavily, trying to keep himself from breaking down. He didn't know what to do anymore. This was getting out of hand. This had to be solved, before it killed them both.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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