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Rabastan Lestrange

If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

- Charles Bukowski

Contact Information

NAME: Amy
INSTANT MESSENGER: AIM: fatalflower@hotmail.com
E-MAIL ADDRESS: See above
TIMEZONE: GMT


OOC INFO

AGE: 27
PB: Tom Hughes
JOURNAL TO BE USED: surreptitious_


Basics

FULL NAME: Rabastan Lestrange
NICKNAMES: People tend to shorten his name to Rab, but that's about all he'll accept.
DOB (AGE): Feb 4th, 1956. 23
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
CURRENT OCCUPATION (IF ANY): Hitwizard

Family/Relationships

PARENTS: Artemisia and Adrien Lestrange
SIBLINGS: Rodolphus Lestrange (older)
SEXUALITY: Demisexual
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Blissfully single
CHILDREN: None

Education

HOUSE/YEAR: Slytherin '74. Prefect. Head Boy.

Politics

LOYALTY/ALLIANCE: Death Eaters. Although not a full member yet.
ROLE IN THE WAR: Rabastan has just finished his final year of Hitwizard training, and his wandmanship has been tailored to deadly perfection. On top of being an excellent dueler, Rabastan can throw a punch. He's been involved in underground (slightly illegal) fights since he graduated Hogwarts. So even wandless, he's pretty nasty and he has no problem hurting people. Also, with his position in the DMLE, he has a fairly good insight into what's going on there and how to use that to his advantage and to the advantage of those to whom he is loyal. His father and brother are both Death Eaters, but Rabastan has yet to devote himself to the Dark Lord. He has other things on his mind right now.
POLITICAL VIEWS: Rabastan is a purist, he was raised from a young age to think that anyone less than pureblooded are lesser beings. And that blood traitors - purebloods who dilute their line with anyone of muggle heritage - are traitors and should be held in contempt. Although in public, he remains professional for the sake of appearances.

Personality

BOGGART: He'd tell people it it was an acromantula or something actually scary, but in truth, it would be him stuck in a tiny elevator. Needless to say, the elevators he has to use at the Ministry are NOT the highlight of his day.
PATRONUS: Cannot cast. If he could, it would be a serval.

LIKES: Duelling, playing piano, Rodolphus, Bellatrix, reading, boxing, whisky, arguing, David Bowie, mince pies, his mother, cats
DISLIKES: Blood traitors, Mudbloods, loud people, Quidditch, his father, ice in drinks, the Ministry elevators, werewolves, small spaces, people who pronounce it 'eXpresso'...eurgh.

STRENGTHS: Observant, intelligent, well-read, opportunistic, affectionate (when he feels like it), protective, quick witted, independent
WEAKNESSES: Aloof, obsessive, vengeful, stubborn, pushes himself too much, impatient, arrogant, prejudiced, quick to judge

History

CHILDHOOD: It was a particularly chilly morning in early February in which Artemesia gave birth to her second son. After a very difficult pregnancy and labour - which nearly killed the woman - Rabastan came into the world and after the trials of the past nine months, Artemesia treasured him all the more. He was the light at the end of a very gloomy tunnel, and she doted on him from the very beginning. Adrien Lestrange, however, had very little time for his children - especially this boy who had nearly killed his wife. He was jealous of the affection Artemesia showed the child, and never attempted to hide it.

Not that Rabastan ever saw too much of either of his parents, of course. They were far too important to play house, but his nannies would bring him little notes from his dear mother whenever she dared to write them - which was usually when Adrien wasn't looking.

A hateful father and a distant mother, Rabastan's only real comfort as a child was his elder brother. Rodolphus shielded Rabastan from the worst of their father's scorn, and Rabastan looked up to him just as most little brothers look up to their siblings. They would play together, read together, plot together. Rabastan would follow Rod wherever he went, and the year his brother went to Hogwarts was the most difficult to bear. He wrote every day but was never allowed to use the family owl more than once a month, so the letters were stored in his sock drawer. They're probably still there.

HOGWARTS: Always feeling he had to prove his worth to his father, Rabastan excelled academically. Any subjects he didn't do too well in, he made a point of befriending the top in the class. He pretended to like a girl in his herbology class just so he could copy her notes, they dated for seven months until the NEWT. It was not enjoyable for him at all. Not even the parts that are supposed to be enjoyable. He just found her tedious and irritating.
His time at Hogwarts also intensified his purist views, and when he became prefect (and later Head Boy) he made damn sure that the muggleborn kids were treated far more harshly than the purebloods. Pureblood Slytherins could get away with pretty much anything in front of Rabastan. That muggleborn kid from Hufflepuff chewing gum, however? Detention for a week. Serves you right for being born to muggles, kiddo. Tough break.

POST-HOGWARTS: Rabastan left school with excellent grades, and although he considered going into Auror training he knew it wouldn't suit him. Hitwizard on the other hand - a profession that focused on magical combat with none of the boring self-righteous Auror shit thrown in? Yes, please. The appeal of the Hitwizards was strong. These men and women were a force, a large group but they worked as one in perfect unison. Their skills were honed to perfection, and nothing less than this perfection was accepted. Unless you wanted to die horribly, of course --or worse, get fired.

As soon as Rabastan was able, he moved out of his family home and into a penthouse in Knightsbridge, London. The property belonged to his great Aunt Leta and was decorated in a very art deco style. Annoyingly so, but Rabastan grew to like it. And from there he started a life that wasn't constantly criticised by his father. Or well, it was, but Rabastan could block most of it out. It's hard to hear anyone whilst you're sitting in your fancy penthouse. He worked hard and spent his spare time reading, wandering around museums or meeting his brother and Bellatrix for booze-filled nights in the country.

However, he couldn't avoid his duty and his name for too long. Like his brother before him, Rabastan was expected to marry - and marry well. A bride had been chosen, Andromeda Black and any protesting was quickly met with a hex or even a slap from his father. He could have fought back, of course, but Adrien was still his father, and you don't raise your wand to your parents. Not ever. Besides, the man was just waiting for a reason to disown his own son and Rabastan wasn't about to give him that satisfaction. So the wedding went ahead...but hopefully, Andromeda would do the right thing.

Samples

JOURNAL ENTRY:

[Rodolphus]
I know you think this is just about the idea of marriage, rather than the girl - and maybe you're right, but Rod...I can't marry her. She's the dullest, most vacuous witch in the country. She has no drive. No ambition. And I'm fairly sure she used the word pacifically instead of specifically when last we spoke.

The most interesting thing about Andromeda Black is Bellatrix.

I will not marry her. Let me be very 'pacific' about that. [...] I know I was going to go through with it, but nothing is worth this.

I'm going to run. I don't give a fuck if I'm being dramatic. Look after the cat.

RP SAMPLE: As older!Rabastan, obvs