laughter at tears, manipulation and deceit, kinky nights, eavesdropping, multitasking, bloodied knuckles, voice as sweet as honey and fractured as shards of glass, leaving a trail of broken hearts, confidence that could kill, going off the handle, tight leather, never sleeping.
DETAILS.
name: rodolphus xander lestrange. nicknames: rod. dob: december 24th. age: thirty-one. gender: cis male. pronouns: he + him. orientation: heterosexual.
height: 5’ 10” eye color: piercing blue. hair color: brown black. distinguishing features: dark mark on right arm. wears large expensive rings. occupation: unspeakable / thought chamber.
WIZARD FUN.
blood status: pureblood. affiliation: death eater. house: slytherin. animagus? none. wand:
length: 12" flexibility: unyielding.
wood: cedar;; found its perfect home where there were perspicacity and perception. garrick ollivander believed that whenever he met one who carried a cedar wand, he found strength of character and unusual loyalty. the witch or wizard who was well-matched with cedar carried the potential to be a frightening adversary, especially if harm was done to those they were fond of, which often came as a shock to those who had thoughtlessly challenged them.
core: dragonheart string;; produced the most powerful and flamboyant magic and learned spells faster and easier, however they were more prone to accidents. they were the most likely to change loyalty, but would always bond strongly with its current owner. It was also the easiest to turn to the dark arts, though it would not turn on its owni
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 and darkness. this gave rodolphus his first lesson: marriage was out of convenience and had nothing to do with love, though the loyalty a husband and wife could share would be advantageous. 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 but loyalty could move mountains. this left 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 soon followed.
while he was taught by corvus that marriage was a contract, it was decided that he would have a betrothed. luckily for rodolphus his would be bellatrix black. she was a strong, unyielding, loyal person -- quite similar to his mother but to the nth degree. not only was she a dark being, she was also dedicated to the cause as much as he. rodolphus couldn't have asked for a better match.
as the war progressed, rodolphus sat back and watched the world 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 on a whim, 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, keen mind and mystery 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.
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