- About Your Character
Full Name: Rodolphus Dolphinus Lestrange
Age: 46
Basic Information: Master of the Lestrange Estate, One of the Dark Lord's Head Death Eaters, Prisoner of Azkaban
Appearance:
Rodolphus is six foot five, and weighs in at about 250, most of which is muscle. His body is his ultimate line of defense when it comes down to it, since if his wand is ultimately lost, he still could resort to such primitive methods as punching the other parties light out. His body, as well as his wand, is his instrument, and he likes to keep both finely toned.
Rod's face is hard, to say the least. He has very set in stone structures, that if he were a women, he'd be one of the ugliest beasts on the planet; but, being he a man his hard features work. Making him quite the handsome specimen. His jaw line and chin are quite defined in their look, and often covered in a small shadow of some sort of hair. Since, just a quick side note, Rodolphus is hairy, like excessively hairy. No matter how often he shaves his face he nearly will always have within an hour of shaving, hair will began to regrow.
None the less, back to his facial features. Rod has eyes in the shape that you could describe as being pistachio shaped in nature, and are of a dark chocolate brown shade. His eyes are also slightly off in size, since his left eyelid hands just a tad bit lower then his right. Something not noticeable unless you truly stare at his face. His hair is a of a darker brunette shade, and while he usually wears it short, it has been know to grow out a bit longer. When that happens, he tends to wear it combed back. Probably the really only unflattering feature about his face would be his nose, its kind of large, and on the fatter side, but it blends in nicely with his face.
The Lestrange Heir none the less when it comes to his body is built like an oak tree. Thick all the way through, and allowing for quite a lot of endurance. Which like an oak tree, shows on his body all that he has endured. Reminiscent of the duels he fought and won, duels he fought and lost. Marks from his childhood, and reminders of the service he has shown the Dark Lord. The most noticeable is if Rod has his shirt off, a large line from the middle of left shoulder blade, all the way to the top of his right hip where he was stabbed with a knife.
Though besides for the Dark Mark on his left forearm, and the scars. The only to other notable marks to his deep olive toned skin, is a birthmark on his left thigh in the shape of an apple, and the words 'familie şi onoarea mai presus de toate' tattooed across his upper back ((which when translated from Romanian to English means, Family and Honor Above All)).
Currently right now in Azkaban Rodolphus is really just a shadow of his former self. Muscles that use to shape out robes nicely, barely stick to bones. His skin hanging grossely of his large frame. His once thick, lucious even, dark brown hair is now limp, lifeless, and matted, is down past his neck in length, it is also now sprinkled with early signs of aging as gray hairs now begin to show up in large quanties through out it. Rod also has what some might call an impressive beard of dark browns and gray hairs that reaches down nearly to his belt line.
Personality:
Rodolphus is obsessed with two things really, power and himself; but both are not nearly as narrow topics as one may think. They're two broad umbrella topics in the description of the great Lestrange Heir. A very complicated, and multi-faced person. Since the Rod seen today, is the trained Rod. The Rod who most of his true genetic personality has long been suppressed and lost. A personality now trained into him from the day he was born.
From a young age Rod's biggest personality strength was his charming nature. When he was two and would often get in trouble for torturing his Mother's cat by pulling at its fur, or pulling it along by it's tail to where ever he wished it to go. He'd flash his Mother his biggest grin, and whatever she had been winding up to yell at him and punish him with melted away at the adorable sight that was her two year old Roddy.
While in his Hogwarts day, his charm came out when he needed things done or out of trouble. He was well known to achive favor from the various barmaidens in Hogsmeade, and at a young age would brag about never having to have pay for a butterbeer. In modern day Rod is still the charmer. His smile still his primary weapon in its distribution. Just now besides using it to get what he wants, he uses it to get what the Dark Lord wants.
His charm is weapon in his strive for power, along with the fact he can't accept defeat. Defeat isn't in his vocabulary. There is only winning, and delayed wins. Rod will always get what he wants in the end. Which brings up a point of himself. He has a 'Zeus' complex. He fancies himself a modern day god almost.
Since he is built in the same fashion as one should be, or at least from what he read one should look like. Our dear Rod has quite the love for Roman and Greek history, and mythology. It all began when he first learned where his Father's name came from when he was seven. He even in his own twisted fashion, could identify with the great Zeus. His love life sometimes even resembling its own fashion of that of the great god, and his wife. Due to the fact, Rod does sometime has a bad habit of keeping mistresses occasionally.
Which brings up a more negative aspect of Rod. He is a very jealous and possessive creature. It stems from the fact that he was spoiled rotten his entire childhood, his every whim was met with out protest.
Though his Zeus complex, and jealous/possessive streak all come down to one thing. His ego. Most men of his nature have one, and he is not the exception, if anything, he is the poster boy. Full of himself, and self-esteem through the roof. Though if you some how bruise his ego, watch out. Since he has the deadly poison of a 'short' fuse temper. That combined with his general lack for caring of crossing the mythical 'line'. Makes him not that man to cross. But luckily, his size manages to covey this message pretty clearly, much in the same fashion the bright skins of the frogs in the Amazon give the warning of their poison.
Though despite all this, all this trained personality. There are two things from his genetic personality that he still has, things he inherited from his Mother. Is that he cares greatly for those closet to him, particularly his family. And is loyal, though its hard to earn since he is by nature distrusting, he will never go against those who have earned it. It is why he sits in an Azkaban jail cell, rather then renounce the Dark Lord.
What Azkaban Has Done To Him Personality Wise
While Rod is still in many ways the same man, but now he is plauged with nightmares. The children he murdered now haunt him. The demontors though seem to enjoy bringing up one of his last acts as a Death Eater. The night when he tortured Alice and Frank Longbottom along with his wife, brother, and Barty Crouch Jr. Though it wasn't the act that tortures him, what tortures him is the cries of their young son Neville Longtbottom crying for his Mother and Father as he stood in a crib in the corner of the room.
History/Past:
The wedding of Julia and Cronus had been a lavish affair, very much full of pomp and circumstance. The couple having met while Cronus was traveling Europe see the sights, all that good stuff. While traveling in what was once Romania ((now part of the USSR)), he met Julia, and it was love at first sight. The metaphorical sparks going off the moment Julia's older brother Sebastian introduced the duo.
All this despite their age difference, of about three years, Cronus at the ripe old age of twenty, and Julia eighteen and a just recent graduate of a small girls only school. Cronus stayed for a weeks in the small town the Petyrnov's lived, courting Julia. Then finally after three weeks he petitioned Mr. Petyrnov for his daughter's hand in marriage. Knowing that Julia was the woman for him.
They were married the fallowing summer on July, 31st, 1947, in a large ceremony. Fitting of their blood and wealth status. It had been slightly awkward at first, since Julia's English wasn't the best, and she often forgot words; but, with the help of a house elf who fallowed her around to help her with words she didn't remember, she within months had vastly approved. Julia also, within a six months of her marriage, was pregnant. Both her and Cronus were thrilled, and rapidly awaited the birth of their child. Who Julia's Grandmother assured the young couple would be the heir Cronus so desired, by taking measurements of her Granddaughters full stomach.
Though sadly, when Julia was going on eight months pregnant tragedy struck. Rodolphus, Julia's Father, died suddenly. Worst yet, she couldn't even travel back home to attend the funeral due to muggle tensions in government. It nearly broke Julia, but she couldn't stay upset for too long, since on October 12th, 1948, at 5:50 in the morning, her son ((her Grandmother's prediction proving true)) came screaming into the world. He was quickly named in honor of his two Grandfathers, Rodolphus Dolphine.
Rod couldn't have arrived at a better time, since his Father's... duties required him to spend more and more time away from the manor. Baby Rod provided a perfect distraction for his Mother. Who, despite the house elves there to help, did a lot of the baby caring herself. Finding the getting up for midnight feedings, and just general time consuming activities that came with a newborn a proper distraction from the pain and grief she felt from her Father's death. She had even begun to see bits of her Father in Rod's features as the boy began to grow. The same shaped eyes, and fat nose.
Rod's first birthday came and went, the boy already able to say a quite few words in English, and Romanian. Julia often mixing up the two when talking to her young son, teaching them both to him as she attempted to teach the brute in the making how to speak. Rod absorbed it like a sponge, babbling on in attempts to parrot his Mother.
At the tender age of three and half Rod, his Mother extremely pregnant with his little brother Rabastan, showed his first sign of magic. It was dinner time, and he kept refusing to eat the string beans and spinach on his plate much to his Mother and Father's annoyance. After a few minutes of fighting, Rod let out a loud scream of anguish, and the string beans and spinach turned into a pile of sweets. His parents could only look on stunned at the sudden display of magic, and at such a young age. Rod happily sat their despite his parents stunned looks eating his candy, little noises of happiness and excitement escaping him.
About a month after this, on September 25th, his little brother was brought into the world. His Father proud as a peacock, while some families were having trouble to secure a heir, he had two. He knew Julia had been the right choice of wife, and now she was proving it. Though despite his parent's happiness, Rod was quite displeased. He knew a baby had been in Mummy's tummy, he didn't realize that the baby would actually come out and steal his Mother's attention away from him. So none the less, he acted out and threw fits. The fact his magic was beginning to show causing a dangerous mixture to form. He successfully set fire to three things, his Mother's hair, some drapes, and a pile of dirty nappies.
Though with time Rod settled into the role of big brother. It helped that as Rabastan got older, he turned from a stinky crying baby, to a play thing pretty much. But, as both aged, and Rod began to transform into truly a child, having a little brother fallow him around became less... cool. Rod wanting much more to hang around children his own age.
Rod's childhood was rather bland, and nothing really special happened except an incident when he was eight. He had been exploring the manor grounds, having finally shaken off his little brother trailing after him. Well Rod ended up in the forest on the manor grounds, the creatures within it no one really knowing what there was. Rod doesn't remember much after the sound of the twig breaking and something hitting him on the head hard, and everything going black, till he came to, himself being carried before being thrown out of the forest. Rod still doesn't know what it was that hit him, nor does he fully know exactly what lives in there.
Well it wasn't long before Rodolphus was getting his Hogwarts letter, though despite the knowledge that it would be coming, it was a happy occasion all around. His Mother insisting they travel to Romania for him to get his wand from a man whose wands were specialty made, not like Olivander's, whose she called pre-made. The same man whose family had been providing fine wands to Petyrnovs for centuries. The rest of his supplies easily obtained with a trip to Diagon Alley, top of the line supplies of course.
Then came the big day, September 1st, the day Rodolphus began attending the great Hogwarts. His Mother spending the whole morning before they went to the train station fighting back tears. His lately distant Father, even making an appearance to see his eldest son off. It was fairly quite send off, despite his Mother weeping that her 'little boy was becoming a man'. The train ride there was rather boring, Rod never leaving the carriage that held the young eleven year old forms of the some of the most feared dark wizards of the modern day.
Rodolphus of course was placed into the Slytherin house like his Father had before him, and nearly every other Lestrange since their movement to the UK since ((there had been a few odd Ravenclaws in there, and one Hufflepuff)). His social life was of course a wondrous thing, he quickly rose to the top of the pecking order. His charming nature, earning him quite the reputation among the ladies of Hogwarts.
Rod of course got invited to join Slug Club, his Father having been a member when he attended Hogwarts would have assured it. Grade wise, while he wasn't the top of the class, he definitely didn't do too bad for himself. His OWLs being two Os in Ancient Runes and Charms, Es in Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions, an A in Transfiguration and Astronomy, and a T in History of Magic, his grades qualifying him for his four NEWTs of Potions, DADA, Ancient Runes, and Charms. Four classes he quite enjoyed, and would provide for a quite nice last two years.
Upon entering his sixth year, Rod was the unofficial Slytherin King. A metaphorical term given out by the student body to the most popular Slytherin. His sixth year proved to be a pivotal part in his Rodolphus' life, since not only did he loose his Father tragically, murdered in Knockturn Alley, but he also met the man he would spend the rest of his life serving. The Great Dark Lord.
Rod of course had heard of him, his Father had known him from his school days, and spoke very highly of him. Cronus being one of the first to bear the Dark Mark even. So it was surprise to Rodolphus when he came home from his Father's funeral to be alerted that the Dark Lord himself was in the study waiting to meet him. The meeting proved to be the biggest moment in his life. Since that night he swore himself to the Dark Lord, that when he finished Hogwarts he'd join him, and prove his worth, and take over his Father's position within the Inner Circle. In return the Dark Lord even promised to guide Rodolphus in his journey to finally avenge his Father's death.
When Rod returned to Hogwarts, he returned a different person. Now the Master to one of the largest and oldest pureblood families in Europe, and a promised man to Voldemort. He was now calmer, and while he was still a social butterfly, he focused even more time on his studies. Even borrowing the more darker books out of the school library to read and learn from.
It was unnaturally humid day in June of 1967 when the Dark Lord first summoned Rod, actually the day after he his last time ever heading home from Hogwarts to be precise. By a friend of his Father's none the less, Mr. Avery, a man who'd been around Rod since he first was growing in his Mother stomach. All Mr. Avery had said was that it was time, and he understood. Allowing himself to be apperated way, they landed in a dark hallway, where all Rod was told was to make his Father proud before being shoved inside a dimly lit room, where the Dark Lord sat in the middle on a throne.
Rod was ordered to accompany a few wizards on a simple mission. It went on like this for months, him getting summoned sometimes once a week, others nearly every night. It took him five months to earn the right to wear the complete uniform of a Death Eater, the fabled black cloak and mask. It took him three more months after that till he was deemed worthy of the Mark. Which Rod took the pain from through gritted teeth, refusing to show any signs of weakness throughout the process, determine to make his Father proud. He managed to apperate himself home, his Mother horrifyingly finding his passed out body in the middle of the hallway the next morning, it obvious by a slight blood trail that upon entering the front door he had attempted to crawl to his bedroom. His Mother levitating his body to his bed, where he stayed unconscious till the following morning.
Though despite all this, a year after first being summoned to the Dark Lord's side, his Lord deemed him worthy of taking over his Father's spot. The pure pride he felt at this moment, only being out matched by the pride of actually being told by his Father that he was proud of him.
About this same point in time was also a large moment when it comes to matters of the heart you could say. Since it was time for Rodolphus to marry. To pick his bride, the future Mistress of the Lestrange name, the Mother of the future heir to the Lestrange family. Well it was an easy enough choice, in that his bride to be had already been chosen for him. One Miss Bellatrix Black. Their marriage was inevitable, while it wasn't an official arrange marriage, it had all the markings of one.
And upon Bellatrix's graduation from Hogwarts they were soon married. In a large lavish wedding that would only to this day be out done by that of Bellatrix's youngest sister Narcissa's. It of course had to be, two of the the oldest and greatest of pureblood families were joining.
Though not to long after getting back from their month long honeymoon, Rod was being thrust back into real life, and his duties for his Lord. The war was definietly starting to heat up. And Rod was finding himself slowly inching his way up the hierarchy till he was the Dark Lord's right hand man. His go to for any kill that was considered a high priority or the victim just needed to... vanish.
It was like this till that fateful night, that surprisingly warm Halloween. It couldn't have been! The Dark Lord dead? Because of a child? Not even a child! Something had to be wrong. The Dark Lord position must have been compromised. Yes that was it.
Though after a month became two months without any information, and a plan began to form. The Longbottoms were aurors, as well as members to that stupid club of Dumbledores, they would definietly know what definietly had happened. So a little ... field trip was planned, it was originally just going to be Bellatrix, and Rabastan, but Rabastan let the cat out of the bag and told that kid Barty Crouch Jr. Who insisted on coming, and there was no other way, they had to drag him along.
The night ended in disaster. Apparently half way through their little ... session on trying to get information out of the two, someone firecalled without them noticing, and immediately notified the aurors. Who showed up ten minutes later and they were taken away.
They had been given a trial it was shame, just lip service. During the trial Rod just stood to the side next to Rabastan, both allowing Bellatrix to speak for them. There was nothing to say, they had been caught red handed. He couldn't help but sneer as Crouch Jr begged his Father. What a coward.
It wasn't long till Rod found himself stripped of his wand, and was being shipped of to Azkaban. Where he has been since. Waiting for his Lord to come rescue and liberate them. He's felt his mark burn occasionally, and its grown darker. Its only time till the Dark Lord rises once again.
