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rabastan lestrange. 28 y/o. hit wizard. death eater. penned by alex for inferi-hq

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Is that RABASTAN LESTRANGE stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on APRIL 4TH and are a TWENTY-EIGHT year old, PUREBLOOD who works as a HIT WIZARD. Some have said that they can be described as being RESOURCEFUL, AUDACIOUS & LOYAL, however, they also see themselves as being IMPULSIVE, RUTHLESS & BLUNT. Apparently, HE looks a lot like CASEY DEIDRICK, whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to JOIN THE DEATH EATERS.

three piece suits, black coffee, being the spare of the family, bloody hands, ‘i laugh with many, but don’t trust any’, burned matches in a row, the forgotten son, ‘i’m a thinker, not a talker’, cigarettes, discarded firewhisky bottles, long dark corridors, marble statues, spiral staircases, ‘can’t let go of this hatred because i love the way it tastes’.

full name: rabastan alexander lestrange nicknames: rab, bas, asshole. isn’t too fond of nicknames, only those closest to him are allowed to refer to him as such age: twenty-eight birthday: april 4th sexuality: bisexual relationship status: single occupation: hit wizard affiliation: death eaters  place of birth: london, england blood status: pureblood house: slytherin height: 6′5 weight: 218 lbs astrology: aries sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising mbti: intj personality traits: audacious, resourceful, loyal, ambitious, independent ; impulsive, ruthless, blunt, arrogant, cynical, distrustful, detached, explosive, dogmatic

key information:

early age: the second son, the spare to the heir, destined to live in his older brother’s shadow. his parents are cold, unattainable, sometimes outright cruel. affection and love are a strange concept, truly. living up to rodolphus lestrange is impossible; the boy can’t seem to do anything right. his father is never satisfied, his mother’s eyes are cold. why do they hate me?

hogwarts: the sorting hat is conflicted. not gryffindor, rabastan begs, the thought of his parents’ reaction scaring him to no ends. slytherin, it yells out and rabastan lets out a sigh of relief. it’s hard for him to make friends, but eventually he does. he fits right in with his classmates. for the first time, rabastan gets a taste of freedom. to his friends, he’s just rabastan - not rod’s little brother. the boy is a force to be reckoned with and someone who’s reputation precedes him - that of a bully. he’s impulsive, he does things just for the sake of it, he pulls illegal moves on the quidditch field as a beater - it seems like he wants to hurt others. he’s angry, he’s always angry. his grades are less than ideal. if his parents want to be disappointed with him, he’d give them a reason, rabastan thought. it made him miserable, though.

after hogwarts: a few days after his graduation, rabastan gets the dark mark. he’s not a fierce supporter of the dark lord’s cause (though this doesn’t mean he supports muggleborns or the muggles - he finds them strange. he feels indifferent.) he has trouble following orders, he’s so stubborn that he always gets himself in some sort of trouble. is it being rodolphus’ little brother that always saves him? rabastan moves out and cuts off contact with his parents -- not completely, but he’s done having to put up with their presence. he refuses to go along with the betrothal they arranged for him; the lestranges don’t make a spectacle out of it, for the sake of their reputation. they put up with seeing rabastan once or twice a year at fancy events where they have to be cordial with each other. rabastan feels the hatred in his parents’ eyes -- it feels like throwing daggers at him. he lands a job at the ministry. it suits him, being a hit wizard - strictly physical, plus he gets to protect the identity of his fellow death eaters, if caught. rabastan’s dream has always been playing quidditch professionally, but he’s a lestrange - they don’t get to dream. his first kill was one of his coworkers; rabastan didn’t process it, not really. he’d learned how to detach himself easily - from people, from feeling, from anything. anger is the single one feeling he can’t drown.

now: this way of life is getting.. tiring. rabastan lestrange, always the fighter is.. tired of fighting. tired of pushing others away. tired of the unresolved trauma building up. he catches himself wondering if one day he could have a normal life, but quickly brushes off the thoughts. he couldn’t. it’s his destiny. mostly, it’s the spite and hatred that keeps him going. he’s always on the search to find something that makes him feel.

wanted connections:

best friend/s. two or three people, the only people he actually trusts and would call friends. it’s hard for rabastan to trust people or get attached to them, but it has happened in that case and he’d do anything for these people. 

acquaintances. people he’s on good terms with, but he doesn’t trust them yet, not enough to open up to them at least.

drinking buddy. there’s not an emotional connection there; these two just hit up each other when they wanna have some good time and get absolutely wasted, or do something stupid in general.

exes. rabastan doesn’t do serious relationships and likes to keep his distance, literally and emotionally. those relationships wouldn’t have lasted long. sometimes, he likes to sabotage them on purpose.

ex-betrothed. rabastan broke off the betrothal during the end of his seventh year. how the other person feels about it or what their relationship now is, is up to plotting!

friends with benefits. self-explanatory.

hit wizard mentor. someone older and more experienced, who took in rabastan under his wing, sort of. rabastan tends to be really intense and hard to work with sometimes, but this person has taught him how to be more “in control”, especially on missions. rabastan wouldn’t admit it, but he’s grown attached to them. sometimes he wonders what he’d do if the dark lord required for him to get rid of this person. could he do it? he seem them as sort of an older sibling figure.

hit wizards / death eaters mentees. probably rabastan’s least favourite part of the job. he’s not easy to get along with or particularly pleasant to be around when it comes to working in a team, but he’s good at his job and his mentoring is very much “get to the point and get shit done”. 

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mugglebvrn​:

           ❛  maybe  finding  yourself  something  with  a  little  more  caffeine  ?  or  maybe,  i  dunno,  a  wideye  potion  of  some  sort,  ❜  she  retaliates.  mary  wasn’t  part  of  the  original  crowd  he  yelled  at,  but  she  wasn’t  about  to  let  them  have  to  defend  themselves  for  celebrating  a  recent  birthday.  it  wasn’t  their  fault  the  one  placed  next  to  them  had  a  pixie  up  is  arse.  after  all  the  things  she  had  gone  through  in  the  recent  years,  she  couldn’t  see  anything  being  terrible  enough  to  yell  at  others  over  some  eggs.  ❛  —  or  maybe  find  a  new  table.  there,  you’ve  been  given  plenty  of  options  now,  time  to  make  a  decision.  ❜  

the chatter died out -- finally, rabastan thought, that is until someone spoke to him. peaceful breakfast just wasn’t an option here, apparently. he turned to the girl and couldn’t help the amused look on his face -- he didn’t understand why she’d gotten herself involved, but hey, she had some guts. “right. you look twelve - i don’t think you have the authority to give anyone ‘options’. just saying.” an over-exaggeration; a huge one, for sure, but the lestrange couldn’t help it. “besides, you shouldn’t butt in other people’s conversations.”

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playing on two sides and having to keep up appearances had it’s disadvantages - quite a lot of them. the worst one, however, was the lack of sleep. rabastan was a person who liked to keep busy -- always bustling with energy, always looking for something to do and keep himself busy; but two missions in a row, one from the dark lord and the other one from his official job resulted in him not sleeping for two days straight. none of them ended well, too -- it was out of his control completely. perhaps that’s why the lestrange found himself crankier than usual. there was something bothering him, making it impossible for him to enjoy his breakfast and butterbeer in peace. clenching his bruised fists and letting out a sigh, he turned to the person sitting next to him, raising an eyebrow. “do you have to be screeching like a bloody banshee so early in the morning? what’s a bloke gotta do to eat his eggs in peace around here -- call the disposal of dangerous creatures department?”

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CASEY DEIDRICK, BY JUSTIN WU PHOTOGRAPHY – Click to enlarge