Slytherin | Pure-Blood | Deatheater|
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[center][code][c=#006600]Ambitious. Controlling. Manipulative. Snide. Dedicated. Loyal.[/c][/code]
House: Slytherin
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Loyalty: Lestrange House, Slytherin and Death Eaters[/center]
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[code]Rabastan Lestrange is a very skilled and powerful wizard, but he can’t help thinking it’s really all for nothing. As the second son, he’s not allowed to take over his father’s business, nor does he get the prime pick of the Black sisters. Once betrothed to Andromeda, he was shamed when she ran off with that muggle-born, and has joined Lord Voldemort partly to seek his revenge on the couple that has done so many wrongs.
Rabastan spends his days assisting his brother in the shop and pining after Bellatrix. He wishes she would see how superior Rabastan is, but she’s never looked at him twice except as another servant of the Dark Lord. Rastaban also proves himself on missions, taking risks where others will not in hopes he can one day finally best his brother. Skilled especially in torture, Voldemort has rewarded him by bringing Rabastan to deal with cases that needed an extra dose of pain.
Consumed with his need to become the better son, Rabastan occasionally wonders if his mind has room to be anything else. He succeeded in all subjects during his Hogwarts years, leading to teasing by his older brother that he should have been in Ravenclaw, making him resent Roldolphus even more. He’s putting his charms skills to good use, creating counter charms for the shields that the Order is so fond of using, he’s itching to try them on the battlefield. Twisted and dark, Rabastan won’t rest until he’s cleansed the world of in-purity; even if that includes his own blood-line.[/code]
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[code]Mihi parta tueri; I will fight for what is mine. Such words were engraved in Rodolphus’ mind since the day he was old enough to comprehend the meaning of their family motto. He grew up exactly as the eldest heir their family ought him to be; resilient, cunning, vicious. Clever as the devil as twice as handsome. Whilst being second born, Rabastan lived in the shadows cast by his brother and struggled to constantly prove to everyone else he wasn’t just second best. The younger Lestrange was driven by an embedded insecurity that he carried with him for a long time. He didn’t want to be known merely as the second lestrange heir. He didn’t want to be just another infamous second son. He wanted the others to realize he was just as good as his older brother, the apple of their parent’s eyes, the golden boy to the rest of the world, if not b e t t e r.
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House: Slytherin
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Loyalty: Lestrange House, Slytherin and Death Eaters[/center]
[code]Rabastan Lestrange is a very skilled and powerful wizard, but he can’t help thinking it’s really all for nothing. As the second son, he’s not allowed to take over his father’s business, nor does he get the prime pick of the Black sisters. Once betrothed to Andromeda, he was shamed when she ran off with that muggle-born, and has joined Lord Voldemort partly to seek his revenge on the couple that has done so many wrongs.
Rabastan spends his days assisting his brother in the shop and pining after Bellatrix. He wishes she would see how superior Rabastan is, but she’s never looked at him twice except as another servant of the Dark Lord. Rastaban also proves himself on missions, taking risks where others will not in hopes he can one day finally best his brother. Skilled especially in torture, Voldemort has rewarded him by bringing Rabastan to deal with cases that needed an extra dose of pain.
Consumed with his need to become the better son, Rabastan occasionally wonders if his mind has room to be anything else. He succeeded in all subjects during his Hogwarts years, leading to teasing by his older brother that he should have been in Ravenclaw, making him resent Roldolphus even more. He’s putting his charms skills to good use, creating counter charms for the shields that the Order is so fond of using, he’s itching to try them on the battlefield. Twisted and dark, Rabastan won’t rest until he’s cleansed the world of in-purity; even if that includes his own blood-line.[/code]
[code]Mihi parta tueri; I will fight for what is mine. Such words were engraved in Rodolphus’ mind since the day he was old enough to comprehend the meaning of their family motto. He grew up exactly as the eldest heir their family ought him to be; resilient, cunning, vicious. Clever as the devil as twice as handsome. Whilst being second born, Rabastan lived in the shadows cast by his brother and struggled to constantly prove to everyone else he wasn’t just second best. The younger Lestrange was driven by an embedded insecurity that he carried with him for a long time. He didn’t want to be known merely as the second lestrange heir. He didn’t want to be just another infamous second son. He wanted the others to realize he was just as good as his older brother, the apple of their parent’s eyes, the golden boy to the rest of the world, if not b e t t e r.
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