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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Rodolphus Lestrange
Age/DOB: April 12, 1951
House/Year of Graduation: (Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang.)
Bloodline: Pureblood.
Affiliation During the War: Death Eater
Occupation: Heir of the Lestrange name? He WANTED to be a professional Quidditch player, but that went out the window.
Sexuality: Hetersexual
Marital Status: Single
Family Tree: Lestrange

History:
Rodolphus grew up the older of two children in a rather wealthy and pureblood family. Though his childhood wasn't terrible, it wasn't all 'let's hug and kiss each other before we leave' either. His parents were fairly strict in teaching him two things- being a gentleman, and being good at fighting. Rodolphus's father felt that if you wanted to go anywhere in this world, was to learn how to push back if pushed. Before attending Hogwarts, Rodolphus already had a firm grasp on some of the charms, hexes, and dueling strategies from his father's teachings and practicing on his younger brother daily.

He was hesitant to attend Hogwarts, for he didn't feel really comfortable in leaving his brother behind, but thanks to his stubbornness he managed to push it away when the time came for him to leave. His brother and he are rather close and was the only man, even from his parents, who he would give his life for. Though still, he refused to let anyone know that the reason why he was semi- uncomfortable about going to school was to be parted from his younger brother.

Once at Hogwarts, his first year was a nightmare, not only was he separated from his brother and it bothered him at that age, he saw no use in any classes except defence against the dark arts. Hence, he gave up on all school work besides that class. Making hardly any friends, he locked himself in the library and his dorm and read whatever he could get a hold of pertaining to the defence against the dark arts. But slowly, the dark arts seduced him more and more, and soon gave up studying defences against it, and secretly studied the topic itself.

As years passed he got more 'accomplices' but no one really close enough to call friends. He found himself less of an introvert in following years. Year after year, he found things that didn't bug him so much about the school, he got an interest for something other than the dark arts, which was Quidditch. During his 4th and 5th years, he became semi popular amongst the Slytherins, contracting a small gang of his own, and of course his brother was never far behind nor was he far behind him. He did extremely well on his owls, proving his knowledge capabilities. Coming of his 6th and this year his interest in the Dark Lord intensified disturbingly. He was so intrigued and thought his morals and ideas were perfection, he wanted nothing more than to serve a genius. He took the mark his 7th year, becoming a loyal follower of the Dark Lord. Later he met Bellatrix Black and was arrange to be with her, and later married.
Occupational History: Death Eater, has a large inheritance.
Goals: Stay out of jail? He was in Azkaban.

Appearance:
Rodolphus is, quite bluntly, a good-looking man. He's used to finery and has qualms about getting himself dirty or things that require him to BE dirty. Rodolphus seems to be something of an upper crust gentleman with a intimidating stare, wiry build and creepy smile. He moves gracefully and very swiftly, he's a hard person to catch and frequently finds being chased as more of a workout than a burden.

He has a handsome face with slightly pale features and light blue eyes, which contrast well with his dark eyebrows and mediumish, black hair. While he's known for not indulging in the weird, he has an obsession with wearing odd pieces of clothing. Sometimes it's red and white striped socks, a tie that's off-putting for his out fit, or something that just doesn't look right.
Special Abilities/Powers: N/A
Personality:
Rodolphus is a very cold person. He does not talk, he can't talk to anyone who isn't of pure blood nature and even when they're outside of his house, he is still rather hesitant. He will however be open enough to talk to Slytherins and certainly help them in what ways he can, but would have to seem to be rather close in order for him to do so. Growing up in a rich pureblood family, especially the Lestranges, he grew up on becoming rather stuck up, rarely uncaring unless it was someone extremely close to him (which not many people are), and very mean.

He enjoys greatly to see people suffer under him, but it's even better when he sees half/mud bloods suffer simply because he thinks that the only kind of wizard should be pureblood. There's a pleasure sense that goes on when he sees people hurting emotionally or physically. So in a sense, he has a rather twisted sense of entertainment, hence why he enjoys walking down the halls and bullying on other kids.

Under all of his brutality seeking and stuck up asshole like qualities he does have a shred of weakness, one person being his younger brother, Rabastan. Later another would join his brother in that weakness era. Though he doesn't let anyone know it, for he fears if he does they will be used against him and he does not ever want to see his weaknesses revealed to anyone besides those people. Hence, he acts like he doesn't care and puts on a fairly convincing act how he still doesn't give a damn about himself but in reality, there are.

Strengths: Stalking, Scaring people, creeping people out.
Weaknesses: Rabastan or Bellatrix's life being in danger, Dark Lord being in danger. He also has a easily hurt spot about not being able to carry on the Lestrange line. Speaking of it is forbidden.
Likes: Quidditch, Wizard Chess, Stalking
Dislikes: Killing women outright, filth, muggles.
Motivation: To get out of jail, but now that he's out...I guess find Rabastan?
Fears: Losing his brother. He fears little else. Being dead, displeasing the dark lord, losing his father's pride, Dueling.

Where, eventually, do you see this character going? Do you have any future plans or ideas for what you want to do with your character?: I SAW BELLAAA...AND KIT TAKES RAB. MY LIFE IS COMPLETE?

Writing Sample (Journal):
[Private to self ]

I hear my mum is sick again, I think I should visit her in France. She sent me an owl the other day asking me to come by. Because I am the oldest, I think she wants to educate me on something my Father wanted me to have or do, since he is dead. Silly woman.

I've been incredibly apathetic since I've had to lay low. I do not really give a damn about sitting underneath the rock that is my Manor. I've better things to do, I feel like getting in a bit of trouble.
[/Private]

Rabastan, what are you doing? Did you get an owl from Mother?

There is a infection running throughout my manor, and it displeases me greatly and her name is Rupy, sickening house-elf. I've been itching for action and have not found any other than the piss poor excuse for it. Hexing the animals outside for practice apparently is not fulfilling enough, mostly because they do not really understand what is going on.

Bullocks.
Writing Sample (RPG, third person):
Rodolphus' mood seemed too wane back and forth between apathy when he was upset and anger when he was displeased, never a calm medium. Perhaps, it was being stuck in the safety of his manor. Who knew, he was ridged and suddenly his right hand slammed on the top of the table. Obviously, he did not like the disrespectful little whelp in front of him. His opinion wasn't easily changed and she made it much worse, by replying sarcastically. " I will SPEAK how I like. Disrespectful, too? That is my absolute favourite. You WILL respect me in THIS house, I am no qualms with cursing you. Oh? You do not appear to be anything short of a piss poor excuse for a boy, too bad you do not have the bits and pieces to go along with it. You might have made a decent heir, but you are nothing but a friendless, ridiculous excuse for a person trying to be one of us. I'll be surprised if My wife can do anything other than grow frustrated with you-- Whatever your name is. " He seethed out, nearly hissing. Rodolphus was a very territorial person, and didn't take kindly to some wee lass making him angry. His forked stabbed into some of his dinner so hard, he could have broken the plate.

Everything about Rodolphus seemed very strong, dominant and unable to be predicted. "You are not PERMITTED to speak, unless spoken to. Just listen, no talking. Unless, you can apologize for your childish behaviour." He sneered at her from his spot at the table, he was sure she would break her silence and he held his wand on top of the table. Moving his thumb to support his chin, and his index finger against his cheek.