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The world is altered The Dark Lord took over the world, and now runs everything. Hogwarts School is under Severus Snapes command and Lucius Malfoy runs the ministry. Nowhere is safe.
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Lestrange, Rodolphus « Thread Started on Apr 16, 2008, 3:35pm »
;; fundamentals
full name;; Rodolphus Adametus Lestrange nickname[s];; Seriously? *hexes* birthday;; November 10th age;; 46 sexual orientation;; Straight job;; Death Eater House;; Former Slytherin Year;; -- Side;; Voldemort Wand;; A simple maple wand. The length is twelve inches long. The core consists of centaur tail hair.
;; appearance
general;; Rodolphus has always had a lithe frame. It's not without strength, but his muscles have always been more lean and toned than a hulking menace. Blade thin, might be a good way to describe him. He has a very regal look to him, with high cheek bones and a straight nose. Rodolphus can be read easily by looking at his eyes. Sharp and often glinting with a deranged light of malevolence, it clear when Rodolphus has murder or something far more sinster on his mind. There's also the lack of sleep he gets made clear from the dark circles under his eyes. When he grows angry or frustrated, the whites of his eyes get bloodshot and give his already fearful appearance an unneeded boost. His hair is a very dark brown and he keeps it a little long, the strands tending to be wiry and have a mind of their own. There are a few silver hairs running through his thick hair, an odd group of them being very prominent at the front of his head.
He keeps his dress fairly simple, but clearly tailored perfectly for him. He likes his things to be well made, but doesn't care much for "frills" and "fancy". Often a white buttoned shirt with a grey vest and black slacks are all he needs. He does have a leather coat that he will sometimes don in place of his wizarding cloak. When the weather calls for it, or the mood strikes him, Rodolphus has a pair of grey fingerless gloves that he likes to wear. He has a few scars on his body, mostly from mudbloods and muggles that put up fights before he was ready to kill them. There is, of course, his Dark Mark but other than that, Rodolphus has no other distinctive markings.
favorite;; Rodolphus loves his smile the best. He's found it to be both wicked and charming at the same time.
hate;; His lean stature.
heritage;; British ethnicity;; Caucasian
;; personality
general;; You really want to know? To say that Rodolphus is a complicated man is perhaps an understatement to some and a far greater compliment than he deserves to others. Indeed, talk to a family that he's "touched" and Lestrange is nothing more than a blood thirsty lunatic servant of an even darker master. Killing on a whim but not without great pleasure and delight, often the most fearful thing those precious few that manages to elude him is his deranged smile that is always on his face. Since becoming a Death Eater there wasn't one mission, one order that he's ever so much in flinched at carrying out. He'll as soon utter 'Crucio' as he would breathe. And while he's never been lax in using the killing curse when he's through playing with his "toys", if it a particularly hated target or if the mood simply strikes him, Rodolphus doesn't mind using other more muggle like means in killing them.
Man Behind the Monster And what of those that he calls allies? What is his demeanor toward them? Honestly, it's indifferent to most of them. They are not his master and could never even pretend to be. Unless he's got a reason to think otherwise, Rodolphus doesn't bother with them. His upbringing has of course taught him how to be civil but that really about it. He does keep an eye out for those that seem to have some promising talent and intelligence so his affections are reserved for them somewhat. And what of love, any room in him for that with all that hate and devilry? Seems there was room for a tiny bit and it's always been for one person. It's a bit sad to those that are close enough to notice it and indeed, Rodolphus's greatest weakness is his devotion to Bella. It seems that no matter how much she dismisses him, plays him for a fool, someone beneath her, Rodolphus is too blind to see it. He knows her strongest love is for their master, but since seeing her at Hogwarts, his heart has only been hers. And it's taken years of stomping. It doesn't matter to him, he's always backed whatever Bella has done and whether she'd do the same for him, he doesn't care. He'll always be at her side and she'll always have his respect.
hobbies;; Playing piano Torturing and killing muggles Same for mudbloods and blood traitors Reading Playing chess
dislikes;; Blood traitors Mudbloods and muggles Idiots and fools His insomnia
likes;;
Killing for his own amusement Well played music Wit Intelligence
;; origins
general;; Rodolphus was the first son born to the Lestrange family and it seemed like his path in life was set in stone before he was barely a day old. His early years, Rodolphus was taught to have great pride in his family and to understand exactly who they were in the world. A prideful boy and with an air of intelligence around him, Rodolphus spent many hours in his father's libraries pouring over old texts and books. His mother taught him finer things like how to act in the company of others and more refined things like playing the piano, a passion that he has kept all through his life.
When Rodolphus was ten, his father was killed, murdered by some auror. Deemed an accident, Rodolphus's murderous streak was woken. The auror had been some mudblood and now, he really knew what his father had been speaking over when telling him that these people were no better than insects.
Starting at Hogwarts, Rodolphus was placed into Slytherin. He fit in well and quickly made several friends. Even as an eleven year old, it was clear that Rodolphus was a dark little boy. His humors were rarely lighthearted and there wasn't much that made him feel sad or pity for others. He was cold to most of the people in his house and cruel to those that weren't. Growing up through his years at Hogwarts, his coldness warmed some as he found a few students he could tolerate.
That shell was broken first by Bellatrix Black though she would most likely refuse to give him the time of day if he asked for it. His fourth year, Rodolphus's opinions of mudbloods were well known and he didn't care. He already knew what he wanted to be after leaving Hogwarts and nothing would stop him or change his mind. From his fourth to sixth year, Rodolphus played on the house team as a seeker. Graduating from Hogwarts with high marks, he was loathe to leave Bella behind for a year, but he was also eager to begin his work for his master.
That year following his graduation, Rodolphus earned his frightening reputation quickly. Easily counted among the most feared of the Dark Lord's servants, Rodolphus found with each killing, he felt like he was finally avenging the death of his father. It came too easily for him and the year proved to be an enjoyable trial of fire. The summer that Bella graduated, he married her. While he had hoped it would bring them closer, it didn't. But he didn't place the blame on her and only let himself get more involved in carrying out his master's will.
Once that idiot Dumbledore was murdered, Rodolphus found that he no longer had much in the way of restraints. With little to stop him from murdering as he pleased, Rodolphus Lestrange has only become more bloodthirsty.
It seemed that the only people that slept at all were the upper class in the city of Port Royal. Their part of the island was the only place that was dark, the streets and taverns were still glowing with activity and that always gave the watchmen more than enough to do. Indeed, the logs that they kept of their nightly business were starting to grow more and more full with every night that passed in Port Royal and the prisons were only getting more crowded. The older, more seasoned breed of pirate was still d**n near impossible to nab, but the newer ones, boys with ambitions and more brawn than brains were filling the cells in the Fort. They were the one that were up to all hours in the taverns and bragging on and on about things that they hadn't done. Their loud talk and rowdiness quickly got them into trouble they hadn't been looking for.
One such neophyte pirate though was a little less brash. Sure, he still liked to knock back pints in the evening, but he had enough of a head on his shoulders still to keep his mouth closed. It was around two in the morning that this pirate walked out of a tavern, hair a bit mussed and eyes starting to droop with a need for sleep. Even with the cool breeze from the sea, the smell of smoke still clung heavily to his lithe form. Liam had never taken to the pipe, but he didn't mind the smell of it. He had actually grown to like the smell of the stuff. It was one of the few holdovers from his time as an upright citizen. His old ship master always had a pipe smoking away.
With a tired stretch, young Liam Turner moved easily along the street. The night had been uneventful for a change. Bad luck seemed to be haunting his every move since he had come to Port Royal. But things seemed calmer tonight, Liam's sword swung listlessly off his belt as he continued his easy stroll through the streets. With his mind mostly on the hammock he had strung underneath the pier, Liam didn't take much notice of the noises in the alleys he passed. There were a few men gambling in one, not too far away some more were enjoying wine from a barrel. All the noises were just meshing with the other and Liam paid no mind. Til one that didn't hit made his ear twitch and his head turn.
It was out of the corner of his hazel eye that he caught sight of the pair. And it couldn't really be called even that. A wiry older braggart of a man had quickly pulled a girl into the alley and the set were soon blotted from sight from the inky shadows. Liam never claimed to be smart...well...that's not entirely true. But he certainly knew that was hardly something he was just going to continue sauntering away from.
Turning on his heel, Liam walked toward the alley and the sounds of the struggle became more sharp and clearer with every step. Taking a step into the alley, the man's face appeared in the dark. "Bloody christ," he muttered, trying to subdue the girl. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed Liam. "Boy, help hold her and I'll make sure it'll be worth you're while," the wiry man said, a glint in his eye that Liam didn't like. With a slight nod, Liam stretched an arm out to grip the girl. The girl who had looked hopeful at Liam's arrival was now pale and struggling all the more seeing as this boy hadn't come to save her. The man's attention away from Liam turned away from him. Taking his distraction as an advantage, Liam balled his other hand into a fist and cracked the man on the head.
Surprised the man let go of the girl and spun up to look at Liam, murder in his eyes. Liam drew his sword as quickly as he could and had already run his through before the man could react. The man faltered for a moment before hitting the ground, his weight pulling himself off of Liam's sword. As Liam wiped his sword clean, he turned back to face the girl. As he did, the corner street was illuminated by the lanterns of two watchmen on patrol. "You best stick with them, till you get home, Miss," Liam said, nodding toward the guards on the street. She nodded and her eyes seemed to thank Liam. Liam offered a small smile and a quick nod before she dashed from the alley.
After she had left, Liam pushed the dead fellow up against the wall and stuck an empty glass bottle in his hands. Just another passed out drunken pirate till the morning, Liam thought. Looking back out to the street, the glow of the watch had gone away. Liam wiped his bloodied hands on the legs of his pants and walked back onto the streets. He was a little more awake now, who wouldn't be after such an encounter? Running his hands up through his longish hair, he took a careful look around to see if there was anyone else about. He didn't need to get bashed over the head from one of that guy's friends that happened to be hanging around.
But as far as Liam could tell, there was no one and he continued on his way.
;; behind the character
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