LESTRANGE, RABASTAN

INTRODUCTIONS

FULL NAME: Rabastan Lestrange

NICKNAMES: Rab

AGE: 16

ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters

PROFESSION OR YEAR GROUP: Sixth




SKIN DEEP

DESIRED PB: Vinnie Woolston

HEIGHT: 6”4

KEY FEATURES: Big, intimidating, harsh bone structure and deep set eyes

DESCRIPTION:
Rabastan is very tall and naturally slender, with muscle tone from excessive exercise. His brother was always even bigger than he with significantly less effort, and so Rab always aimed to compete. Maintaining a strong physique was important to him for more than one reason, Rab wanted to be a memorable addition to the Dark Lord's organisation and that meant intimidating foes both with physical and magic ability.
Overall Rabastan could be described as attractive; he had the traditional features of a Lestrange, dark hair, pale skin and bright eyes with a distinctive madness behind them. His reputation is important to him and thus he is always well groomed, but he has his rebellious streak which was reflected in his style.




PERSONALITY

LIKES: Fame, glory, women, ink and

DISLIKES: Coming second, being patronized, going unnoticed


STRENGTHS: Dark arts, physically intimidating

WEAKNESSES: Quick to anger, insecure

BOGGART: Outcast from his family
PATRONUS: Receiving the dark mark

DESCRIPTION:
Rab was the second child, always second to his brother and always competing with him. He loved his brother and would following him into anything, but his competitive streak was born from that relationship. Rabastan is insecure and aggressive, not a great combination. He has a short temper and is very easy to wind up.

Saying that, there are some things Rab is extremely confident in, such as his skill with dark magic. He is a very determined guy, eager to grow physically and mentally. His experience with the death eaters so far had already taught him so much, the Dark Lord was fascinating, but Rab was always greedy for more. In terms of his attitude towards women, Rab is very much the same – its a game, a test to prove his alpha status. Eventually he wants to settle on a beautiful, well bred pureblood partner who’ll look great on his arm.

HISTORY
FATHER: Dimahov Lestrange
MOTHER: Lydina Lestrange

BLOOD STATUS: Pure

HOMETOWN: London

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts

BIOGRAPHY:

Rabastan was born the second son to one of the richest, oldest and most influential families in the magical community; The house Lestrange. His paternal grandfather had been a member of the Wizengamot, well known for his defence of parties breaching the use of malicious magic toward muggles. Because of this, Rab’s own father Dimahov had gotten a job within the magical law enforcement department of the ministry and had since become the head of that department.

His mother was Sweedish and from a highly respected European pureblood family. His maternal grandfather had been the head of Dark Arts education and the Durmstrang Institute and his uncle was head of international relations for the parliament of Sweden’s magical community. Rab remembered touring Durmstrang as a child when his brother was to be sent either to there or Hogwarts. His parents settled on Dumbledore’s school purely because of its location, but Dimahov continued to teach his sons the practices of the Dark Arts as extracurricular study, and both siblings were grateful of it. Once they reached Hogwarts everyone knew of their dark abilities and feared them because of it. It didn’t help that both sprouted quickly and were built tall and wide. Rab was smaller than his brother but still held an intimidating figure none the less.

When Rab was in his fifth year, his brother was invited to join a growing group of revolutionaries. Rab was, in a word, jealous. Rumours of the Dark Lord’s power were wide spread and although many said they were just that, rumour, Rab new differently from his brother’s firsthand accounts. This dark lord was not a man to cross; all those who had had experience with him were fully convinced he would be successful in bringing about the magical world’s biggest revolution in history. Opposition would be obliterated and families like his would rise to ultimate power, but his followers, his Death Eaters, would be another story. Their reward would be unimaginable. Rhodolphus had quickly joined, but he had warned Rab that he was too young and should wait for his skills to mature.

Keeping that in mind, as soon as he turned 17, in his sixth year, Rab joined the Death Eaters and received the dark mark. Since then he’d had a love of tattoos, but that skull and snake on his arm would always be his favourite. It was as though he could feel the power running under his skin. That mark on his arm was intimidating enough to earn him respect anywhere.

SAMPLE POST:

First week back at Hogwarts and Rab was already bored. Defence against the dark arts was the biggest joke of all, and Rabastan had just finished his first instalment of the subject. What a waste of time. The idiots surrounding him didn’t realise how weak their defence truly was against real Dark Arts. It angered him that he had no outlet for his magic here. He needed a victim. But now was not the time to get himself in to trouble. They all needed to keep a low profile until the time came to cause mass hysteria. Rab knew eventually they’d launch an attack on Hogwarts and their position within the school would grant them a significant advantage. He and his fellow Death Eaters at Hogwarts would be there to open the gates for their brothers.

Until the time came for war and bloodshed, Rab had to deal with homework and class. It was a depressing affair. He was not made for school. To satisfy his cruel streak he’d been picking on younger students. It was merely an activity to pass the time and make his dominance known to them, but dark magic was out of the equation. They didn’t have to know that though. As he was walking back from his DADA lesson with fellow Slytherins, they’d sent at least five first years running for their lives and several older students had been sufficiently intimidated. But his friends had left for their own class and Rab was alone now. It wasn’t half as much fun picking on people single handedly.

Rather than returning to the Dungeons on his free period, Rab went to the west tower to send an owl home. He may have grown enough to be part of a dark group of men revolutionising the magical community, but his mum still demanded to have updates. He had written a letter along the lines of all going well, here safe, joined similar clubs as Rhod, grades up and home for Christmas. That was enough. Any more and his reputation would be damaged.

The tower was freezing when he made his way up. It was always cold this far north but the tower seemed somehow colder then outdoors. Rab sent a familiar tawny own away with his mother’s letter and could only hope that she got it before the woman started to panic. Rhod was the golden child, he was the baby. Whilst it bothered him marginally and he loved to compete, he never felt unloved by his family. If anything he felt over protected. Once the owl was out of sight, Rab stood by the window simply staring over the grounds. There were so many things to think about, so much to plan. It was hard to imagine this peaceful school under siege. He couldn’t wait to witness it.

OC:

YOUR NAME: Jay

RP EXPERIENCE: A few years
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