Rabastan Gabriel Lestrange (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} advoctusdiaboli) wrote,@ 2009-01-25 13:35:00 |
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Name: Nikki
E-mail: mistressofthecruciatus@yahoo.com
AIM: Grander Delusion
Preferred Method of Contact: mistressofcrucio@live.com (msn) or Grander Delusion on AIM
Time Zone: US Central -6
character.
Name: Rabastan Gabriel Lestrange
Age/Birthday: 45//12 April 1957
Gender: Male
House Alumni: Slytherin
Bloodline: Pure blood
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual.
Personality:
He is a man of many faces, and you'll see exactly what he wants you to see, nothing more. He's worn his masks for years and has perfected slipping in and out of his roles and does so with amazing grace. Outwardly, Rabastan is the perfect example of a pure blood male; charming, witty, graceful, intelligent -- but beneath the boyish smile and small flash of dimples lies something dark, but the darkness is a thing he has always been able to control.
Rabastan is smart, and enjoys letting people know this about him. He knows no one can try to take advantage of or walk over him if they know he's got a brain in his skull and uses it at times. But most of the time, he's laid back, not so flashy and very generous with certain things. If he considers you a friend, he would willingly give you the very robes from his back, as long as they aren't any of his favourite designer robes, of course.
He has a cruel streak, and is extremely vicious when he is provoked. Normally he can stamp his anger down and cloak it with a bit of dark humour, but like anyone else, he can only do it for so long before he blows up. It isn't pretty. Unforgiving is another way to describe him. He holds grudges for wrongs against him or his family until he has his vengeance, and he will get it one way or another. His patience is unlimited, and he'll wait until the time is just right and his mark is least expecting it. He is also very controlling, and many of his false outward personality traits make him slightly manipulative as well.
Meticulous! A touch of OCD, Rabastan likes things to be...not orderly exactly, but he likes to keep things in a certain order that looks right to him. That way it's easier for him to determine when his things (which in some instances he has an overabundance of) have been touched/moved/or stolen and keeps track of everything better that way. He never has dirty hands or fingernails, not even after a raid, or bout of torture, he can't -- stand -- it and charming himself clean is the very first thing he'll do after a mission, even before or as he leaves the scene. He is far from perfect. His flaws, if written out would fill a roll of parchment the length of a football field, but he likes to display only the qualities he likes best about himself to give people the impression that he is indeed perfection on two legs.
Rabastan has a tendency to be a bit pompous and vain but that is countered by his (he thinks) fabulous sense of humour and irresistible charm. He's a bit of a smart ass, normally has a smart remark ready for any situation, and he loves pranking. His pranks aren't as funny to some people, but he always gets a kick out of them, and that's what matters. He can be cool and aloof, or warm and friendly, it just all depends on who you are the sort of treatment you'll receive from him. He is also a smidge of a flirt, and extremely playful when he wants to be.
Don't let his smile fool you though, Rabastan is as cruel as he is kind, just give him a reason.
Family: Rodolphus Lestrange- brother
Bellatrix Lestrange- sister in law
Personal History:
Born on April 12, 1957 while his parents were on holiday in Lille, France, Rabastan Gabriel was the second son (the spare) of Sebastien and Rosalind (nee Bungs) Lestrange. Rabastan grew up as the children of many rich pure bloods did; spoiled, haughty and arrogant, and the personality he displays to this day reflects that. His parents favoured both he and his older brother Rodolphus equally though, and so with them there was no sibling rivalry, only a mutual admiration for one another and the strong desire to see the other succeed.
The family as a whole, despite their amazing public display, were deeply rooted in old dark magic, and passed on to their children what they knew, also encouraging them to learn what they could on their own. And Rabastan took his study of the dark arts very seriously, reveling in and practising the Art with great enthusiasm all the while longing for the day he could finally use a wand to give some of the more interesting curses he was learning a go. For the time though, he substituted long sticks he found in their yard, and despite his mother's protests (and amidst his father's encouragement because of course, practising on useless house elves is a good way to polish up any sort of spell craft) used house elves as targets. It was only 'play' at first, but that changed as he grew. He was surprised, yet delighted the first time the ordinary piece of wood he'd been using channeled the magic and delivered a severe stinging hex to whichever poor house elf he'd ordered to play with him that day.
And he didn't stop there or with the elves. Once he got a decent grasp on his magic, his playmates became targets of the more simple hexes and charms he soon found himself to be capable of. The day his father walked in and caught saw a neighboring girl's front teeth growing down over her lips was one of the proudest days in the mans life up to that point.
His boy was going to be something special; and Rabastan did not disappoint.
Sebastien began teaching his then ten year old son the basics of magic as he had learned them, not daring to delve into the darker things he knew while his son was at such a tender age. Instead he taught him how to control it, how to reign in his emotions so his magic would flow through untarnished by flight of fancy. He practised breathing with him, first obvious deep breaths before he taught him too how to control even those breaths. He was an apt pupil, more than apt, and it made his father proud.
Then the time came for Sebastien's protegee to leave him, leave their home and begin his education with other teachers. He fought tooth and nail with his wife, wanting more than anything to send the boy off to Durmstrang, where he had been taught, but she, for the first time in her life, put her foot down, and on the first of September, Rabastan boarded the Hogwarts train with dozens of other fresh faced first years.
He was sorted into Slytherin at Hogwarts, and was an excellent student; studious, polite to a fault and always willing to lend a hand. Teachers and students alike were dazzled by his indelible charm, which kept him out of trouble (a trait that followed him throughout his life) and in turn, Rabastan was well liked by his peers and professors alike, his charm drawing them in and holding them captive, and none of them sensed the darkness lurking just beneath the boyish smile.
His best subjects naturally were Transfiguration, Astronomy, and Muggle Studies (the latter of which he kept a secret). Much like Arthur Weasley, he loved all things Muggle, except for the Muggles themselves, those lowly creatures to him were less than house elves, and completely dispensable in his eyes. Of course he had very little tolerance where they were concerned. He liked to play with them as though they were his toys and often Imperiused them and had them do humiliating things for his own entertainment. He was very athletic, playing Quidditch as a Beater (how he made the team he'll never know, he never was really any good with flying or brooms and the sport required a certain coordination that he simply never found himself capable of) and swimming, fencing and boxing in his spare time.
Near his twelfth birthday, his father decided to step up his teachings, and began showing his son how to duel, and attempted to teach him first wandless, and as the years passed, wordless magic. It took more time for him to catch on to this, and never did fully grasp wandless (he was nearing twenty when he could practise wordless seamlessly) it encouraged him to practise even more, and in his later years, it only seemed to take a thought for him to accomplish most spells. Wandless magic, however, continues to evade him.
It was also on his twelfth birthday that his father gifted him with his first weapon; a flail. He had to hide the gift from his mother, but when he was at home, he spent a great deal of time locked in his rooms wielding the weapon and fighting off imaginary foes in front of a mirror. From there, his love of muggle weaponry grew and the boy moved into manhood searching for and doing anything to acquire these weapons. (His weapon collection is now quite extensive.)
His interest in school and sports waned after a time, and his school career ended rather -- badly. He sat his NEWTS, but only managed to pass by the proverbial skin of his teeth. But he was finished, and after Hogwarts Rabastan never worked, never did anything save enjoy the 'playboy' lifestyle, leaving anything important up to his father and brother. Life was grand simply being 'the spare' to his brother's heir, and he never resented his role in the family. And money was never something he had to worry about due to the vast Lestrange fortunes, luckily, as he preferred sleeping off last nights adventure to getting up early to do an honest days work.
But throughout his life, Rodolphus was his hero. In his eyes, his older brother could do no wrong and every example he set for him was a shining one. Anything that Rodolphus did, Rabastan was right behind him either cheering him on or joining him, so it came as no surprise when Rodolphus became a Death Eater that Rabastan followed suit shortly thereafter. He didn't truly know what he was getting himself into when he joined, but Rabastan was never one to do anything half heartedly. He made a commitment, he took a mark, and he was going to honour it regardless of the consequences. And like everything else in his life, he was determined to do it well.
His profile as a death eater was somewhat low, but really, he was just as ruthless as the rest, perhaps even more so. He had a great penchant for torture, discovered first when he went into service to the Dark Lord. To him, the process was an art, and he was Le Artiste Extraordinaire . Rabastan looked forward to being given 'something' to play with in his little house of pain in the Cotswolds where he kept his weapons. He would take hours with them, and on the more special victims, days. Instead of using his magic, he relished the feeling of squeezing/beating/carving the life force out of a humans body.
When the Dark Lord fell, he and three other death eaters (including his brother and his brother's wife Bellatrix) looked for their master, torturing Alice and Frank Longbottom into madness in the process. The four faithful followers were imprisoned in Azkaban for their efforts, proclaiming their loyalty even long after the cell doors closed and no one was around to hear them, only to be released some fifteen years later when Voldemort rose again.
After he was released from Azkaban during the second war, Rabastan went back to doing what he loved so dearly. Raids, Imperiusing innocent Muggles for fun, working to get his good looks back in check (especially his teeth. He's ashamed to admit that it took more than a handful of charms to get those back right and proper.) and "annoying" house elves.
At the end of the second war and the fall of his Master and family, Rabastan fled to the United States, not living amongst the American Wizards as one would assume a Wizard of Pureblood status would do, but rather, amongst the Muggles. His disgust for them has grown over the years, and he waited, filled with spite, for the day when he can again put his boot to the throat of one of them and press down until no struggle, no breath, no life was left.
He assumed an alias, purchased a small vineyard in California, and has discovered his aptitude for vinification. He didn't use magic for years, not since the day he falsified some documents declaring him, Julian Montalbano, former resident of Rome, Italy, an American citizen, afraid that the Ministry would pick up his trace and send him back to Azkaban.
Physical: Rabastan has always been rather easy on the eyes, and he is very well aware of that.
Standing at 6'3, he is of an average build, though slightly broader in the shoulders than most. He likes to keep his wavy dark brown hair relatively short, though at times he lets it grow a bit long, though now, much to his detriment he has to charm it back to his natural colour to cover the grays that have started growing prematurely near his temples. His deep green eyes have at times been described as cold and aloof, yet eerily mesmerizing, though at times they take on what has been called a haunted look.
There is a prominent cleft in his chin which he hides with stubble most of the time and a small dimple in his right cheek, but it only shows if he is truly smiling.
Occupation:
Side: Death Eater
Played-by: Raoul Bova http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h77/r
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