LESTRANGE, Rodolphus

[rodolphus]

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What can be found in a name:
Rodolphus Lestrange
When the day I was born:
DOB 07/12/1958
The Angels screamed:
Phineas and Romalia
And Hell shut its doors:
Rabastan Lestrange (younger brother)
While creatures retreated:
Short haired black lab
To depths unknown:
Pureblood

I hide from them:
Knockturn Alley, Forbidden Forest, at home, Hogsmeade
Be who they want to see:

Standing at exactly six feet tall is the charming athletic Rodolphus Lestrange. His short smooth hair is the color of a dark chocolate bar, with a few stray strands that settle to rest above his matching eyebrows. He his divinely muscular, though doesn't partake in Quidditch regardless if he likes the sport or not, be settles to run, jog, exercise or simply use the wave of his wand for daily activities. His straight white dentures smile can be deceiving as it matches his broad body. He is not overweight nor is he under, blending in with a tan complexion and slender bodily capabilities. His hazel eyes bring out his dark demeanor especially when he wears only the best of the finest clean cut Slytherin school robes.

Tattoos of a poisonous rose with thorns, and other Pureblood mania symbols can be found drawn and engraved into his right from his broad shoulder down about a few inches before his wrist in three sections, each section of a circle having its unique art. Rodolphus recently prized his flesh with the most Noble and Ancient House of Black logo and the name of Bellatrix on his arm.

Oftentimes upon the weekends or when he purposely skips classes Rodolphus will be wearing something along the lines of muggles urban outfitters, in a solid color hoodie, pants that seep below his waist about an inch or so, always long sleeves to get used to the fact of his dream of becoming a Death Eater. Black leather jackets and boots with gold buckles is also a fond timid style for the seventeen year old Slytherin. Black, deep crimson red, and green are his favorite colors to suit up in..

But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:

Rodolphus tends to be ruthless, merciless, evil, psychopathic when one tampers with his friends. He tends to think highly of himself and believes he is superior beyond everyone and everything except those who serve the Dark Lord, and his dearest..crush...love Bellatrix Black. He is incredibly power hungry and racist . He is intelligent and charismatic as well as a dry cynical sense of humor. He mocks and laughs at others who seriously think they can overpower him, and will crush anyone as if they were a mere speck of dust.

Young Rodolphus loves to play torture as if he was a girl playing with Barbie dolls. His favorite curse? The Cruciatus Curse that rightly deserves to be uttered from his mouth. Only hoping it doesn't backfire on him for past mistakes. Though cruel and brutal, Rodolphus loves to play. Yes, play with others. Hes a male, its only in his natural and he wills that his friends or his crush, love will not take it seriously if he kisses or has a one night stand.

Despite his normal male hormones he is a fiercely loyal companion, because everyone knows regardless of his position, his desire for power, desire to please Bellatrix and others in every possible fashion, that he will not betray anyone. Failure and betrayal will not fit well, and definitely those will be punished by Rodolphus' right hand if such 'traits' befall him from friends or foes.

This soulless being:
* Dark Arts
* Bellatrix Black
* Causing destruction
* Serving the Dark Lord and his regime
* His fellow Slytherins
* His gang of close intimate friends
* Partying
* His brother Rab
* Fear
Is just as lost:
- Muggles
- Mudbloods
- Bloodtraitors
- Not getting his way
- Failing
- Marauders
- Homework
As everyone else:
+ Charm
+ Dark Arts
+ Has the capacity to befriend others
+ Dueling
+ Cooking
In a world that knows only hate:
- Women
- History of Magic( cause he hates it so much)
- Bellatrix
- The Malfoy family and the Black Family (they are so good to him, treat him like family)
- Temper
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
1) Is desperately in love with Bellatrix Black, but hasn’t told her yet
2) Father was respectful, but a drunk man, staining the Lestrange name

They left me to die:
N/A
On a bed of roses:
N/A
Blood seeping through:
Parents arrange marriage and if you fail to abide by their rules, you are disowned
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich
What a bitter story of love:
Despite happy school days and school years the Lestrange brothers were by no means "new" to the Dark Arts, having fought nearly everyday whilst their parents were gone. Vases were broken, voices were loud, various colorful spectrum's of light radiated from wands. Rodolphus was always the trouble maker, but he supposed thats how he earned his love of Bellatrix. Rodolphus had always been a player, played around with everything that had two legs and wasn't a guy, thats where trouble always caught up to him. Both brothers were racing for the best man award at their young age though Rodolphus learned that he could not leave his brother unprotected, he loves Rabastan very much, and has gradually come protective over his younger sibling. Rodolphus would always blame it upon his parents never being home to see them, but always showing up randomly at milestones in the two boys lives.

As the brothers grew older, the fights slowed until Rabastan and Rodolphus both found something worth actually fighting for and fighting over. The reign of a new Dark Lord. The two of them became loyal servants of the Dark Lord at the age fifteen and were...rarely bored you could say. The two brothers continued and still do, work alongside each other, taking turns in torturing, taking turns in becoming better Death Eaters. The fighting of their childhood, youth had been pointless. Those poor vases.

Rodolphus' heart was eventually claimed the moment he laid eyes upon Bellatrix Black, a powerful, deranged figure, one..who Rodolphus would literally die for. She kept him always on his feet, encouraged his own wicked ways. She was the only who could calm him when his temper flared regardless of any reason. With replicate traits and personalities Bellatrix had become Rodolphus' highlight of everyday. He loved it that she would often take advantage of him if it was to calm him or assure him about choices he made that he wouldn't go back on. Up until Bellatrix entered his life Rodolphus was out of control, now with her in his life, in a deeper way, he was...tamed. For now. Though he hasn’t admitted how much he loves her to Bellatrix (fearing she would hate him) Rodolphus stands by her side especially with seventh and final year approaching around the corner, preparation for NEWT’s was upon him.

A tan hand curved around the hand of the arm of the tattered chair Rodolphus Lestrange was sitting upon. "I thought you would have known better by now to not speak the Dark Lord's name in vein." His vocals hissed, piercing the air. Never get on the bad side of a grumpy Death Eater.

Rodolphus rose gracefully from his spot, black elm, wooden wand clutched in his hand. Faintly he could hear Nagini outside, engulfing and tearing about whatever traitor or muggle had 'innocently' explored and happened upon the great Riddle House.

His black as the night sky cloak engulfed his athletic body as he took strides toward his victim. A victim who tried to attack his love. Tsk. Tsk. Naughty, naughty. Hazel eyes pierced the darkness as his wand was viciously raised ready to strike like a cobra. The poor Ministry Worker begged and pleaded for Rodolphus' mercy, even tried to con Bellatrix into giving in. Ha. He didn't know how powerful, how cruel the two could be united together, they weren't thick heads.

Despite the pathetic pleas of the Lestrange's victim, Rodolphus' mouth opened up, "Avada Kedavra!" He swung his wand foreword, a green light bursting through the tip of the wood and hit the screaming traitor square in the chest. His body stood frozen for no more then a few seconds until it toppled over onto the ground. Rodolphus hissed pleasurably at his work, and swung around to face the love of his life with a devious smirk creeping up, upon his lips.

The Death Eater crawled back to his love and wrapped her in his arms. "How rude of them to disturb us in the midst of our bond." He purred sadistically, and massaged his women's shoulders. The only women who could control him, tame him, unleash him.

[.going down in flames.]