you've got no place to hide and i'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside. one look in my eyes and you're running 'cause I'm coming, gonna eat you alive. your heart hits like a drum. the chase has just begun. one misstep, you're mine. and you better stay clever if you wanna survive.
basics.
name: rodolphus xander lestrange. meaning: famous wolf. ardent desire. birthday: november 3rd. scorpio. age: thirty-two. pronouns: he + him. sexuality: heterosexual. siblings: rabastan lestrange. parents: corvus lestrange (father). clarisse lestrange neè crabbe (mother). other family: lestrange family. black family. crabbe family. languages: english. current residence: lestrange manor. born: london.
wizard fun.
hogwarts house: slytherin. affiliation: death eater. occupation: unspeakable; thought chamber. blood status: pureblood. patronus: crow. boggart: not being noticed. amortentia scent: peanut brittle, paint, new books, burning cedar. wand type: apple wood. dragonheart string. unyielding. 12".
appearance.
height: 5’ 10” hair color: brown black. eye color: piercing blue. hair style: parted to the side. fashion style: black form-fitting leather. rings with expensive gems.
personality.
+ high intellect, street smart, loyal, charming - dangerous, deadly, fanatical, calculating
theme song: monsters by ruelle.
bio.
from the time rodolphus was born, it was clear that he was the future man of the house. there would be no mistake that their first son would be anything but and corvus took him under his wing immediately, leaving clarisse to her own sensibilities. this gave rodolphus his first lesson: marriage was out of convenience and had nothing to do with love. corvus would even go so far as to teach his true son that love only gets in the way of one’s purpose in life, leaving rodolphus with a cold heart and large ambitions. he was his father’s puppet being molded into what a lestrange should be and always was. rodolphus took to it like a fish out of water. he became so self-involved and focused that he became so prideful there was no way of being humble was in his cards. the only love he felt was toward himself, part of the prestigious lestrange family and the sacred twenty-eight that spanned more time than other families only dared dream. when departing for hogwarts, rodolphus’ mature demeanor was already much more put together that he refused to be seen with anyone beneath his stature. at eleven he already knew of the dark lord and that his life would be devoted to him. school was merely a way to aid in how to do so. not to mention, a requirement. If corvus and rodolphus had it their way, the two would be even more disgustingly paired at the hip; rodolphus would learn from his father. nonetheless that was not an option. but being sorted into slytherin house and excelling in all his classes, rodolphus was a force to be reckoned with. known throughout the entire castle, rodolphus clung to his notoriety, doing as he pleased; casting hexes on muggles as practice was his biggest pleasure. His charm and manipulation always worked in his defense. it helped that corvus had such a name in the wizarding community. messing with rodolphus would mean war against the lestrange family and no one could risk such a thing. causing chaos and confirming who was worthy to be at his side became a game. students either feared him or wanted to be him. sometimes both. rodolphus’ head grew larger and larger as the years passed. after leaving hogwarts, rodolphus knew where he stood in society and drank it up like the lavish champagne he would pour down the drain. he had the money and power that made it impossible to not be accepted into the ministry. he aimed to become an unspeakable, leaving part of his life a secret only he could enjoy. the rest of his life was on display but behind the scenes in the thought chamber, rodolphus learned how the mind worked in a way no one ever could have. this was his chance to get yet another upper hand on those surrounding him. knowing it would increase his already dark abilities in dueling, potions and spells, it was only a matter of time before he learned to get inside the minds of society, whether it be the upper echelon or rotten scoundrels that deserved to live in the muck. legilimens was his aim, and a legilimens he became. then occlumancy. and occlumancy came. as the war progressed, rodolphus sat back and watched it unfold with a smile on his face, ever so perceptive with the dark mark beneath the dark sleeves he was forever seen in. the mark pumped through his veins like a heartbeat. if there was anyone dedicated to the dark lord, it was he. when he was called upon he did the lord’s bidding, not thinking twice. the tasks he was given gave him pure adrenaline, only deepening his love for the wicked and cleansing the world of the unworthy. rodolphus lestrange presented a strong face and keen mind to the world that could frighten anyone without his trying. what they didn’t know was the depths of his cruelty, his killings, his torture and, most of all, his lust for it. although the war has officially ended, it hasn't ended for him. it will always continue. there will always be the wrong kind to get rid of. though he thrived as voldemort's right hand, rodolphus isn't blind to the fact that he doesn't need to be someone's right hand to create madness. it's a chance for him to stand out on his own.
















