Post by rabastan on Jan 25, 2011 12:27:36 GMT -5
RABASTAN|MAXIMUS|LESTRANGE
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I try to hide from the unholy sound of it
Another day gone
Another night's dawn
Dark forces pull me underground
And never went away completely
Another day gone
Another night's dawn
Dark forces pull me underground
And never went away completely
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name:Rabastan Maximus Lestrange
Nickname:The last person who called him anything other than Rabastan was never seen again minus a few blood stains on their bed.The only people tht he allows to call him anything else are Bellatrix and Rudolphus,who call him Rab.
Age/Birthday:32 years old,October 5th
Gender:male
Orientation: straight
Blood Status: pure
Affiliation: death eater
Year/House: Slytherin Alumni
Occupation (adults):
Wand: 9 Ό” Oak, Mandrake leaf core
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: Green
Hair:His hairstyle have changed while he was in Azkaban from short dark brown to a mohawk.
Height: 5'9".Though shorter than his older brother Rodolphus, Rabastan is still rather tall.
Weight: Weight wise, Rabastan could be lucky to reach 135 pounds.
Distinguishing Features(if any): His many tattoos along with his Deatheater mark,his weird facial hair and his piercings.
Play-by:Jensen Anckles
Overall appearance:
Once born to wear elegant clothing form such a high family, Rabastan has been reduced to what he can afford and his black robes and mask of a Death Eater.He is tall and mascular.He always was a good looking young man,with a very good neat hairstyle and his elegant clothing.Now he has a more 'punk' way of dressing,with loads of tattoos and piercings.Unlike his brother, he doesn';t give a rat's ass what he looks like, as long as his Lord is pleased.
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised:To see his brother hanged and have the world purged of the filthiest spawn ever; muggleborns. Rabastan hates his brother with a passion and believes his undying obsession for Bellatrix is a sign of weakness and with Rodolphus dead and out of the way, there would be no chance of the Dark Lord’s deed being slowed by something as disgusting as love. If he could, Rabastan would please himself by ripping Rodolphus’ throat out with his own bare hands, however, he thinks it’d be a waste of his own effort to spill such filthy blood.
Patronus: Rabastan cannot feel enough joy and happiness to conjure a patronous, however, the happiest memory Rabastan can even think of clinging to, was perhaps, when he tackled a passing student, the same age as he, which bumped him. Angered, Rabastan then proceeded and gouged the boy’s eye with his bare fingers.
Form:A Snake
Boggart: Rabastan fears nothing but fear itself. When he sees his boggart, he only sees a swirling empty blackness that vibes a the fear of all his victims. When banished, the boggart resolves into a dead, mangled corpse.
Dementor: Being only happy with pain suffering, the overall emotion can’t be considered joy nor happiness and therefore Rabastan is nearly if not fully immune to a Dementor’s presences, however, he stills reenacts the feeling of Azkaban and therefore feels slight suffering as the Dementors feed. Rabastan would almost welcome a Dementor into his sight, loving the thought of being soulless.His worst memory is when he fell in love with a girl and she broke his heart after that,he sworned that he would never allow this to happen again.
Amortentia: Dried Blood
Rust
Fear
Wet cardboard
Moss
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes: The Night Sky when every star is visible
Causing himself pain. He feels causing one’s own pain would please the Dark Lord
How a voice echoes in a large room, especially if it’s screaming that is reverberating off the walls
How a waterfall churns at its base
When blood drips drop by drop from his fingers
How moss grows everywhere in London
The thought of backstabbing…literal backstabbing
Wet stones
Dark woods
Serving at the feet of the Dark Lord
Black Licorice
How stupid, brainless, and primitive muggles are
Cherry Cola...even more so when he can steal it from a passing child
Children crying with fear
Feeling warm blood run through his fingers
Smelling and occasionally tasting the blood of this victims
Bellatrix’s devotion to the Dark Lord and her down right amazing temper
Dislikes: The sound of a piano
Rodolphus
Love
Passion when it’s used for love
Children laughing
Flighty spawn or muggleborns
Ever being called baby brother
Cinnamon
Ice. The feeling leaves a burning (one even Rabastan can’t stand) feeling upon his flesh
A clean murder
Children in general
Leafy greens
How the word “Blimey” sounds
Idiotic actions
People with flabby hands and irritating laughs
Strengths: Servitude
Can deceive people as being a calm and regular person, being raised in high manner.
In a sense his rage
Feels immune to pain
Dueling
Weaknesses: Can be easily blinded by rage
Is near mentally unstable
Can be more of a puppet than human
Thinking before acting
He doesn't want to fall love
Seems to have duel personalities with his calm and ragged self
Overall Personality: If one would ask what Rabastan was like as a kid, more than a few would say, crazy and demented. If one was to ask what Rabastan was like as a teenager, all would say, quiet and shy. Now if one would ask what Rabastan Xerxesis Lestrange was like as an adult, the response would be inhumane and frightening like the darkness. Rabastan has a soul black as night and is mentally unstable. He feels nothing, but his own pain, which only causes him more joy. He feels no love in life, no warmth of a woman’s touch nor does he hear the joy and sweet ring of a child’s laugh. He only feels emptiness; he only loves darkness, and only hears suffering. Through his eyes, the world appears upside down, blinded by rage and hate.
Rabastan was not always as dark and heartless as he appears. In fact, he was once the sweet brother of Rodolphus Lestrange who slowly spiraled into insanity throughout his childhood. When he was only 7, professionals blockaded the boy’s anger making him sane, only to have the blockade shattered and sending the boy’s mind on a dangerous downfall. His undying hatred for muggles and muggleborns alike, along with his undying passionate loyalty to the Dark Lord, is the only thing that fuels the twisted life of Rabastan.
When fully commanded and concentrated, Rabastan can serene his emotions and mask his anger, giving him a humane appearance, but under that fake mask lies a bloodthirsty beast, who will not hesitate to kill a muggle child and rip flesh from bone with his bare teeth. Alongside his hatred of muggles is the anger and hatred he feels for his older brother. Rabastan feels Rodolphus is too blinded from his deeds by love and therefore Rabastan no longer feels the slightest love for his own kin, but a bloody despising fury that he will not hesitate to let loose the moment he can get the chance to rip his own brother’s throat.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family:Abraxas and Kaitlyn Lestrange-father and mother
Rodolphus Alasdir Lestrange- Older “hated” brother
Bellatrix Lestrange- Sister-in-law and maybe only “friend” in a sense one way or another
Pets:
Residence: Lestrange Manor,Wiltshire, England but currently Azkaban
History: Everything seemed normal, and life was plain as a could be. Rabastan Maximus Lestrange was born on October 5th, to the Lestrange family and an older brother, Rodolphus. Everything seemed perfect and there was nothing odd about a normal wizarding family. Rabastan grew up, learning highly from his mother and father, and taking responsibility with his older brother. The little boy learned how to hold himself and how to keep his tongue in a regal manner. Nothing was out of the ordinary, that was, until young Rabastan was taught of blood status. The youngest Lestrange grew up learning that muggleborns were nothing but disgusting vermin that animals defecated upon. The very thought of such disgusting creatures walking about and trying to act as equals made the boy sick and one day whilst on a walk with his mother, a muggle child bumped against him. Outraged that such filth touched his own flesh, Rabastan attempted to strangle the younger boy, however, he was pulled away by his mother. Though he was stopped from ripping the throat out of the little boy and everything seemed back to normal clockwork, Rabastan’s sweet child nature was slowly being devoured by a disgusting hatred for muggles and muggleborns alike.
As the boy grew older, as did his overall nature change. By the age of five, young Rabastan’s social skills with other children dwindled into the abyss and soon to follow where his proper teachings. At first, it seemed like a stage that any child would go through, however, as the youngest Lestrange grew older, it became apparent that his current condition was becoming rather serious. His parents could not figure out what was causing Rabastan’s acting’s, and eventually came to the conclusion it was a side effect of an unforeseen complication during birth, however, little did they know, Rabastan’s condition was a mixture of his hatred, that became overly amplified, for muggles and muggleborns. His hatred became anger and his anger became anxiety, which slowly began to eat at him, causing severe headaches and trembling, which almost gave him a nervous twitch look. Things worsened as young Rabastan began to hallucinate the murders of muggle children at the age of six. Soon, young Rabastan could be found screaming at nothing and ripping the heads off his toys.
Experts were called in to examine the suffering child, however, they could find nothing physically wrong with the boy. In the end, the conclusion came, that growing up to believe such things as blood superiority self triggered a mental hatred that eventually shattered the blockade and emotionally engulfed the boy. In other words; Rabastan was mentally unstable. Treatment was given to the boy, and soon some stability was restored, bringing back the shadow of the young boy he Lestrange family knew once upon a time. That page of the family’s dark past was forever hidden and Rabastan Maximus Lestrange was once more normal and was even able to attend Hogwarts with his brother. The boy’s sanity remained…or yet it seemed. Deep down, his anger and hatred still boiled with anxiety and was waiting to break the mental blockade the experts set up in his mind.
Throughout his school life, young Rabastan remained quiet, only talking to Rodolphus (though the two siblings were only in school with each other for one year) and a girl he met during his first year; Bellatrix Black. However, once the two left school, Rabastan kept strictly to himself, only socializing when he was in need of something. For the most part the caged anger was kept extremely deep down and Rabastan remained a proper teenager who just happened to socialize very little. He did good in school, always receiving good marks, always received praise from his teachers, and excelled in wand work. To the passing person, Rabastan Lestrange just seemed like a timid shy kid, but during his seventh year, this image changed. While walking to one of his classes, a muggleborn fourth year rubbed up against while trying to squeeze through the crowd of students. In Rabastan’s mind, the touch triggered his childhood remebmerance. With one touch, the blockade was broken and without warning, Rabastan grabbed the passing student by the kid and slammed him to the ground. Straddling the boy, Rabastan began to pound the student’s face into the stone and eventually proceeded to gouge one of the kid’s eyes with his bare fingers. Rabastan stood up from the boy, staring at the blood staining his hands and bolted from the castle and into the dark forest surrounding, never to return again. Rabastan then ran, searching for his brother, knowing he couldn’t run to his parents. When he found Rodolphus he pleaded to take refuge with him and his new wife, Bellatrix. It was at the Lestrange Manor, where eventually he and his “family” pledged their undying loyalty to the Dark Lord.
As the Wizarding War broke out, Rabastan, Rodolphus, and Bellatrix quickly climbed the scale as Death Eaters and soon became the Dark Lord’s most faithful servants. For years, the three carried out dark deeds for their master, and slowly and surely, whatever was left of the old Rabastan Lestrange officially died out as his loathing forever stained him and forced him into a bloodthirsty loyalty. Even when the Dark Lord fell to a mere baby, The Lestrange loyalty never faltered and shortly after Voldemort’s fall, he and his brother, along with Bella and Bartimus Crouch Jr., proceeded and tortured the Aurors Alice and Frank Longbottom. In 1981, the four were placed on trial for the deed and sentenced a life imprisonment in Azkaban. For 14 years, Rabastan rotted in Azkaban, slowly loosing what little insanity he held onto and eventually the psychopath had to be forced into a mask and straight jacket to keep from beserking his way out of prison. While rotting, Rabastan’s hate for muggleborns began to mingle with a new hate; Rodolphus. He believed the only reason they were caught for the Longbottoms was due to being distracted by Bellatrix. He even stooped to blame the down fall on his brother and soon, next to the boy who lived, Rabastan wanted nothing more than for his own brother’s death.
As February rolled around, a mass breakout ensued in Azkaban prison and Rabastan along with many other convicted Death Eaters escaped, ready to find their master, whom they had received a sign (the dark mark etched that pulsed upon their wrists) had risen once more.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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