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| User: | infinitefailure (260516) Rabastan Lestrange
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| Name: | Rabastan V. Lestrange | |||||||||
| E-mail: | britjannor@gmail.com | |||||||||
| Bio: | Your name: Britt Age: 19 Email: britjannor@gmail.com Personal journal: restless.insanejournal.com (but i don't use it) RPG Experience: Oh, ages of it. You guys know :D Character: Name: Rabastan Vallis Lestrange Age: 26 Birthday: November 21, 1951 Current Residence: A ridiculously large maisonette in Hyde Park Gardens, Bayswater, London http://www.sothebyshomes.com/london/sales/0121518 Current Occupation: Owner/Head honcho of Lestrange Holdings. The company is basically a buyer/seller of valuable imports. He has recently begun dabbling in real estate as well, after becoming interested in the business while purchasing his own hime Affiliation in game: Reluctant death eater Playby: Stuart Townsend Schooling (location and year): Slytherin, c/o 1969 Family Blood status: Pure Parents: René Lestrange and Ophelia Lestrange (née Golpalott) Siblings: Rodolphus Lestrange Other notable relatives: His sister-in-law, Bellatrix Black Lestrange. Basically everyone else in his family is notable if for nothing else than their pure blood. Pets: One dog, http://stuart.4fans.net/gallery/displayimage.php?album=129&pos=2 a female named Mira. She's nine years old and he's had her since she was a puppy. Magic Magical Skills Potions: Good, but not stellar Charms: Excellent Transfiguration: Very good, but far from animagus level Ancient Runes: Poor, though he's learning more due to his business Arithmancy: Dismal Defence Against the Dark Arts: Excellent, possibly because he was traind in the actual dark arts, which makes defense simpler. Divination: Waste of time. Magical Modes of Transportation: Flying: Excellent. He played Quidditch, a Keeper, back in school, and he still adores flying. Apparation: Most effective means of transportation, especially as he normally travels as an individual. Magical Carpets: Not really necessary. Magical Oddities: Relationships Circle of friends: His friends are mostly acquired through family relations. This can be expanded upon once in game. Enemies: To an extent, his own brother, Rodolphus. There is most definitely a rivalry there. True enemies can be worked out in-game plots. Work colleagues: Death eaters, wealthy purebloods, anyone with the money to buy in as an investor or purchase his goods. Romantic Relationships: Long-term romance with Emmeline Vance. She disappeared nearly four years ago. Sexual Orientation: Straight History: Rabastan was the second son, and therefore always cast in the shadow of his older brother. Rodolphus always was praised as the brighter son, the firstborn, the heir, the impressive one--at least, that's how it seemed to Rabastan growing up. No matter what he did, it seemed, if it was good, Rodolphus had done it. If it was bad, "Rodolphus would never do something like that." The child couldn't win. At Hogwarts, it was much the same. He made impressive enough grades, but he never put his full effort into it. He didn't see the point. He was, however, a first-rate keeper for the Quidditch team, and had a way with the ladies. He found that he was actually quite handsome and could get plenty of attention from the girls. One, in particular, caught his eye. A Ravenclaw, several years younger, by the name of Emmeline Vance. The two became incredibly close, and their relationship continued even after both had moved on from Hogwarts. In fact, Rabastan was quite certain that with her pure blood and their actual emotional connection, he might someday be able to marry on his own terms. But, of course, things never turn out as they should. Under extreme pressure and the threat of being disowned if he did not take the mark and join the death eaters, Rabastan tried his hardest to keep at bay the decision to become a fully fledged death eater. He knew Emme would hate him if he took the mark. Soon, however, it appeared that his decisions mattered little to her. She disappeared. He wanted to go after her, but his pride wouldn't allow him. Besides, his first searched turned up nothing. She didn't want to be found. Bitter and convinced that happiness was going to be impossible either way, he decided to take the path of least resistance and take the mark less than a year after she left. It was not the best decision he could have made. He can honestly say he has not been happy with the person he has become since the night he was marked. His reluctance to perform tasks is noted and he is often punished severely for his lack of ambition when it comes to serving the dark lord. Yet again, he is a disappointment in comparison to his brother and sister-in-law. It's a constant battle between his moral compass, which is strong, partially thanks to Emme, and his desire for self-preservation. He has killed, he has tortured, and part of him dies each time he's forced to do so. Still, he sees no way out. Character’s Strengths and Weaknesses: Strengths: Rabastan is an intelligent man with a keen business sense. He can negotiate with the best of them and as such as accumulated his own fortune on top of his family money. He has a kind heart, though it often gets buried, and a deep capacity for love. He's physically strong and good in a fight, perhaps better with his fists than in a proper duel with a wand, though he is certainly apt enough at that, as well. Weaknesses: Rabastan has anger problems. He always has, but his temper has gotten worse since he took the mark, and sometimes he seems to lose control entirely when he's upset. The manifestation of this anger is mostly internalized and directed at himself, but at times he will take it out on others. He's also become a heavy drinker, and has always been a closet smoker. He's more closed off from people than he ever was in the past, and seems disinterested in social interaction as a whole most of the time. He also suffers from a lifelong inferiority complex and a deeply seeded resentment of his older brother. He tends to cover his insecurities with arrogance. Likes: Shiraz wine, Dunhill cigarettes, flying, traveling (when it's not for business), Emme. Dislikes: The mark on his arm, being alone, his job. Quirks: Is left-handed, but ambidextrous only as far as which hand he uses for his wand hand. He cannot write right-handed, but he can hex. Sleeps on the right side of his bed, facing left. Likes to cook, but never does. Rubs the back of his neck or, if he hasn't shaved lately, the stubble on his face when nervous. Can lie excellently as long as you don't know that he always clasps and unclasps his hands when being dishonest. Writing sample in character (150-300 word count) Rabastan had yet again proven himself a disappointment to the Dark Lord. Upon aparrating back into his home, he was greeted by his old dog, Mira, who whined upon smelling the blood on his clothes. He was almost too sore to reach down and reassure the animal by scratching her behind the ears. He made his way up the stairs slowly, limping on his right leg due to a well-placed slashing hex just above his knee. He could hear the house elf scurrying behind him to clean up the blood trail that he was leaving in his wake. When he stepped into the bathroom, the sight that greeted him in the mirror was familiar. His face was bruised, his lip split, and his posture was far from the normal proud way he carried himself. His shoulders were slumped forward from pain and exhaustion. His skin still felt as if it was burning from the effects of the cruciatus that had been part of his punishment. His punishment for not being eager. For not taking initiative. It was certainly deserved. He ran some warm water in the sink and splashed his face with it, the water pooled around the drain turning pink with blood for a moment before it swirled into the pipes. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and slid his slacks off--they were ripped anyway--and used a washcloth to clean the deep slash wound on his thigh. He cast as good a healing spell as he could manage, and it was enough to hold for the moment. He was too tired for a shower, too tired to care. Mira was waiting at the door to his bedroom when he limped over to open it, and she pounced onto his bed and wagged her tail as he climbed in, wincing at the movement required. She curled up at his feet like she always did. It was a small comfort, but it wasn't enough to erase the ghosts that always haunted him at night. The memories of things he'd done were easier to forget in the daylight, but in the dark, they swarmed around him, seemingly thousands of acts he regretted, unspeakable things that he found reprehensible and yet had done anyway. And yet, they still wanted more. It was never enough. It never had been, and he didn't expect that to change. | |||||||||
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