LESTRANGE, Rabastan

[Rabastan Lestrange]

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Rabastan Artorius Lestrange
"Bastan"

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Cannon
YEAR: Sixth
AGE: Sixteen
DOB: 3rd September
RACE: Caucasian (British)
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: Yew, 11 and a half inches, stout. Good for offensive spells, with a core of Runespoor Fang. The comination of yew and Runespoor Fang creates a wand imminently suitable for the Dark Arts.
BROOM: Custom made broom of French make which refers to as a 'Cirrus'.
PET: An eagle owl with the name of Caesar.

APPEARANCE:
Rabastan's looks give a completely inaccurate indication to his character. It has often been remarked to him that for a person with such an ugly personality, he has an unnaturally attractive exterior. He's got a defined, slightly rugged facial bone structure, offset by his dark brown, neat-most-of-the-time hair. His eyes are a dark, riveting brown and oftentimes seem ominous looking. He has the Lestrange nose and mouth, haughty looking features on anyone.

The boy stands at around 6'3", but he's not lanky. He's filled out to some extent, and somehow, unbeknownst to anyone, he's developed some musculature here and there.
The corded muscles on his left arm are accentuated by his Dark Mark, and although he does not seek to actively display the brand, when it is visible it definitely stands out. He is, overall, a very attractive young man, and he does not exactly hesitate to showcase his natural advantages.
FACE CLAIM: Milo Ventimiglia

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
Rabastan's personality, or lack thereof, is rather straight forward. He's the kind of boy who you would always expect to see pulling the wings off flies as a toddler. Except of course, he'd never have touched a fly- he's far too upper-class for that. He hardly ever makes any outward displays of his immense cruelty, preferring to keep his true nature concealed within the priceless vault that is his mind. He's intelligent to titanic proportions, and he uses this brainpower effectively manipulatively. The only people he genuinely cares about and/or respects are his family members, and the occasional extraordinary girl.

Considering this, the side of his personality that he DOES show is that of the charming, debonair young man that everyone knows and expects of him. He finds it easy to put the charm gear in overdrive, and as a result he has gained a fan club of sorts- girls from all houses who enjoy at least his looks, if not his well-portrayed amiable person. He's the epitome of flirtatious, but he manages to pull it off in that hard-to-achieve subtle, classy way.

Ever the smooth talker, he's always able to converse himself out of undesirable situations, and, incidentally, into desirable situations. There's not a blood cell or strand of DNA within the boy that is good, but hardly anyone at all is aware of this. If anything, he's a highly skilled actor, because he's been fooling people all his life and does not appear to intend to stop.

To his credit, however, his ability to act sensitive, caring and charismatic comes so naturally to him that sometimes even he can't make the distinction between his real personality and his assumed one.
BOGGART: His own dead body.
PATRONUS: Wolf
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: Rabastan has always harboured a desire to overthrow the Dark Lord and assume ultimate power.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: N/A
BLOOD: Pureblood
BIRTHPLACE: Suffolk, England
MY FAMILY:

Rodolphus Lestrange (Older Brother)

WHATS IN THE PAST:
Rabastan had quite the normal pureblood childhood, adjusting to the role of being the second son quite easily. His family line is traceable back to the Middle Ages, all members of it being purebloods, and this is a fact that he and his relatives are immensely proud of, to say the least.

His father died before he was born, and Rabastan has never had the impertinence to ask about the mysterious figure whose legacy now governs his life. Nonetheless, the boy grew up pampered and educated about his 'purpose', which was, essentially, to eliminate mudbloods. When he was a younger boy the prospect of cleansing the wizarding world excited him to no ends, but now he views it as a mere task, a duty.

As soon as he turned eleven, his letter from Hogwarts arrived for him. He was originally disheartened by the prospect of going to a school where purebloods and those who were not were equally welcomed, but he really had no choice, as his elder brother was already attending. Not to mention his forefathers had been attending the school since it had been established in the time of Salazar Slytherin.

As soon as he arrived, however, he recognized all the magnificent prospects the school offered- why, he could ultimately use what he learnt at the school to his advantage. So, he decided to become the charmer that he is today and not a person exists who knows his true character, although there are a few confused relatives scattered about.

His interest in the Dark Arts was probably borne of a general family trait, but he has taken it to the next level and joined the Death Eaters. Essentially he is a little young for such a position, but he's proven himself capable enough of the burden.

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RP EXAMPLE:
Another day amongst the dregs of society. Rabastan wasn¡¯t sure what was worse ¨C the fact that he had to put up with it, or the fact that he somewhat enjoyed it to a certain extent. Sitting in front of the fire, which blazed disgustingly cheerfully, he was tempted to roll his eyes at nothing in particular. Just for the fun of it.

This was before he noticed a group of underclassmen loitering about him though, attempting discreetly not to openly stare at him. So instead, he converted the eye-roll that almost was into an ingratiating and openly charming smile, which he hoped satisfied them. He wasn¡¯t willing to give any more when he was in such a black mood.

He had rather ungraciously propped his feet up on a coffee table, and was currently sitting in one of the plush green divans that surrounded the fire. A movement out of the corner of his eye alerted him to the large spider that was crawling over one of his hand-tooled black leather boots.

Narrowing his eyes at the offending arachnid, he pulled out his yew wand and took careful aim.
¡°Wingardium leviosa.¡± he murmured, lifting the spider to a safe distance away from his feet. He considered setting it down to roam around the common room, but decided against it and threw it out the window with a careless flick of his wand, a negligent expression on his attractive face the entire time.

He considered the book about Animagi that lay before him, wondering whether he should bother to continue studying about them. He almost decided against it, but remembered it was necessary if he were ever to become an Animagus himself. Sighing resentfully, he opened the heavy tome to the page he was up to and continued reading, his upper lip curled derisively.
ANSWER: All of it. Shocking...bad shocking.
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