Post by rainyparade on Nov 27, 2008 1:58:28 GMT -5
Rabastan Lestrange
||what do you see when you look at me [/font]
Name/Alias: Jimmy
Age: 17
RP Experience: intermediate
How Did You Found Us: advertisement
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: like.... 5-6 hours if possible
Other Characters: none
||you say you know me [/font]
Character's Full Name: Rabastan Lestrange
Nicknames: White Lightning, Rab
Age: 16
Year: sixth
Canon or Original: canon
House: Slytherin
Birthday: October 13, 1960
Sexual Orientation: straight
Blood Status: pure
||still you've got no clue [/font]
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Play By: Gerard Way
Appearance: Rabastan is fairly thin for his age, but not at all unhealthy. He has a great body and works out excessively and wears clothes to show off. His skin is pale, and the skin around his eyes is either very red, as if from constant rubbing, or bruised-looking, from lack of sleep. The latter is probably more accurate seeming as Rabastan is an extremely light sleeper and wakes up at a pin drop or a fly landing on his window from the outside. His hair is pitch black and is always past his ears in length. It always looks and feels greasy despite all the washing and conditioning that he puts into it and it usually shags into his eyes, which are a beautiful bright blue. His clothing style is simple: black, black, and guess what? More black. He doesn't think it necessary to worry constantly about what you wear, what people will think about your clothes, and what shoes match. He has one tattoo on his hand in-between his right forefinger and thumb, it looks like a bullet hole and it says "Punk" around the edges.
||off all the things that I can do[/font]
Likes:[/color]Turkey
[/li][li][/color]Dark Arts
[/li][li][/color]color: black
[/li][li][/color]running
[/li][li][/color]lasagna[/li][/ul]
Dislike:
[/li][li][/color]crowds
[/li][li][/color]dumbledore
[/li][li][/color]color: pink
[/li][li][/color]sitting still[/li][/ul]
Strengths:
[/li][li][/color]emotionally detached
[/li][li][/color]extremely noticeable of details
[/li][li][/color]totally independent of any human contact/help[/li][/ul]
Weaknesses:
[/li][li][/color]soft spot for all animals
[/li][li][/color]doesn't understand how people work, likes machines better[/li][/ul]
Boggart: Werewolf
Patronus: Chinese Fireball (dragon)
Personality: Rabastan isn't what you call a "loving soul". He likes to keep his distance from people and doesn't have many friends. Rabastan has built a wall around his true personality because he found that it was easier to not care what other people thought than to try to justify yourself to everybody. He originally just was cold and distant around his family, or whenever he felt threatened, but he can't take it down now and he keeps pushing people away.
Rabastan is cold and calculating and has detached himself enough from his emotions that he can do just about anything to anybody and not give a d**n. Now, with all that is wrong with him, you would think that he doesn't have a sense of humor. Well, you couldn't be more wrong. Sure, it's a sarcastic, cruel, and self-loathing kind of humor, but it is almost always apparent (except when he is pissed which you don't see very often) and doesn't do much to build up anyones self-esteem.[/size][/blockquote]
||history may repeat itself [/font]
Father: gaspard lestrange
Mother: arielle jugson
Siblings: rodolphus lestrange
Other Family: none that are of any consequence to you or to me
History: Rabastan was born to Gaspard and Arielle Lestrange who already had one child, Rodolphus, and had never intended to have another as Rodolphus was quite enough trouble and he was only one child. They had tried so hard to get Rodolphus to calm down that they decided that they didn't even care what young Rabastan did. He ran rampant through the house with only the occasional diaper change from a nanny as parental control from the time he could walk until he was about five years old. He taught himself everything. He watched the adults go to the bathroom and cook their food, and taught himself after many burns and um... accidents.
When Rodolphus went to Hogwarts everything changed in the Lestrange household. His parents suddenly noticed the neglect of their second son and wanted to make up for it. They tried to be nice to Rabastan, to punish him when he did something that they didn't like or was against their rules. How do you explain to a ten year old that has never had adults telling what to do, or explaining how to do things, or kissing his cuts when he got them, that his parents weren't distracted anymore and now are telling you how to live your life? Lemme tell you, it's very difficult. Rabastan continued his way of life despite his parents constant "punishments". He proved to be just as much a hassle to his parents as Rodolphus did.
Gaspard and Arielle were just as happy to send Rabastan to Hogwarts as they were to send Rodolphus. They sent him with money, the best robes and supplies, and their good wishes. Rabastan spent his whole first year by himself, as his brother was a big bad second year, and had much more friends than he did and used them to spread rumors that Rabastan was a wild-child and had some infectious disease that you would surely get if you were friends with him. So the wall around Rabastan grew thicker and thicker.
By his third year, his peers no longer believed that he had some tropical disease, and tried to befriend the quiet, but extremely bright boy. He turned most of them down, harshly. However, by his fourth year decided that he needed to at least pretend to need positive human relationship. He began gathering a group of "close" friends around him. Each of these friends felt like they were his best friend and knew him extremely well, but Rabastan had no close friends.
So Rabastan Lestrange has gone through his Hogwarts career from lonely outcast, to center of the popular circle, making girls love him, and physically loving them back, making friends, and enemies, but never letting anyone close enough to jeopardize his cozy little world inside his head.
||at least I've got skills[/font]
RP Sample:[/color]
Rabastan sat in the corner of the empty room, his head back against the wall and his legs spread out. His arms fell limply to his sides. No, there was nothing wrong with him, just tired. His bag lay a few feet from him, his books almost splitting the seams and bursting all over the place. Under his black school robes Rabastan wore a t-shirt that his dad had given him from the States with an old band on it "Guns 'n' Roses". His jeans has holes in both knees and his sneakers were ratty and old. Rabastan stirred in his dream. He couldn't get away from it, he was afraid that he would have to face it if he didn't wake up soon. How could he wake himself up?
Have to figure it out soon or else it is going to get me. I can feel it feeding off my fear, getting bigger, stronger. How can I beat something like that?
The middle finger on his left hand twitched.
Oh my god I have to run. There is something up ahead. Yes there is I've been here before.
He head turned over to lean on his right shoulder.
Oh. My. God.
Rabastan let out a shrill scream and slumped, his head slammed against the hard floor and his bright blue eyes flew open, took a few minutes, and then slammed into focus. The scream cut off abruptly and he closed his eyes again.
just in case of keeping it intermediate 