THE DEVIL HIMSELF IN A SUIT TO MATCH
HEIR | DEATH EATER | 40 | WIZENGAMOT I'LL CLOSE YOUR EYES SO YOU CANT SEE THIS VERY HOUR COME AND GO WITH ME. DEATH I COME TO TAKE THE SOUL LEAVE THE BODY AND LEAVE IT COLD. I DON'T LIVE IN DARKNESS, DARKNESS LIVES IN ME PART OF INFERI RP
Is that RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on 19 FEBRUARY and are a 40 year old, PURE BLOOD who works as a WIZENGAMOT AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. Some have said that they can be described as being CHARISMATIC, WELL KEPT & SMOOTH however, they also see themselves as being COLD, MERCILESS & SPITEFUL. Apparently, HE looks a lot like DAVID GANDY, whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to JOIN THE DEATH EATERS.
C H A R A C T E R: S T A T S
FULL NAME: Rodolphus Lestrange
NICKNAME(S): Rod, Lestrange
DATE OF BIRTH: 19 February
NATIONALITY: English
OCCUPATION: Ministry of Magic - Wizengamot
RELIGION: Athiest
GENDER IDENTITY: He/Him
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married
C H A R A C T E R: D E T A I L S
POSITIVE TRAITS: Charismatic, Well Kept, Smooth
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Cold, Merciless, Spiteful
PATRONUS: A Snowy Owl: The snowy owl is traditionally thought to possess strong magic and have insight into the future. Snowy owls, like other varieties of owls, represent wisdom, but the white bird also means a transition may be coming.
BOGGART: A Sword: The Boggart would take the form of a sword. It seems odd to most, but it represents falling on a sword. Whether it’s losing his family, losing the war or dissapointing those who look up to him. Pride and ego hold a large place in Rodolphus’ heart and loosing that means losing everything. When casting the Riddikulus charm, the sword would turn into a serpent that he could order away.
WAND TYPE: Length: 13.5”
Wood: Redwood, rigid, . Wand-quality redwood is in short supply, yet constant demand, due to its reputation for bringing good fortune to its owner. As is usually the case with wandlore, the general populace have the truth back to front: redwood wands are not themselves lucky, but are strongly attracted to witches and wizards who already possess the admirable ability to fall on their feet, to make the right choice, to snatch advantage from catastrophe. The combination of such a witch or wizard with a redwood wand is always intriguing.
Core: Dragon Heartstring. As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental
C H A R A C T E R: A P P E A R A N C E
FACE CLAIM: David Gandy
HEIGHT: 6′3
WEIGHT: 220lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Ice Blue
DOMINANT HAND: Right
SCARS: Left Eyebrow
TATTOOS: Rodolphus has ink covering the top of both his hands. It’s full coverage that reaches his top knuckles, with letters one each finger in the space between top and middle knuckles. There’s a rose with the stem tattooed down the length of each thumb, one for his father and one for his mother. The family crest is woven into an intricate design on his right hand and the names of Rabastan, Rosemary and Bellatrix are woven into the left along with a depiction of a wild wolf for Fenrir. Those he cares for the most. For now, the tattoos reach the top of his wrist but will eventually spread to full sleeves on both sides.
PIERCINGS: N/A
C H A R A C T E R: B A C K G R O U N D
HOMETOWN: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
EDUCATION LEVEL: Hogwarts
C H A R A C T E R: D O S S I E R
There are few wizards Death Eaters fear as much as they do Voldemort… Rodolphus Lestrange is one of them. He may not be among the same caliber as Voldemort and Dumbledore but his mean streak rivaled that of the Dark Lord. He instilled fear into his victims long before allowing them the mercy of death and even then, it was slow and excruciating. It is for that reason, and the trust the Dark Lord has in him that placed him as the Leader of the Death Eaters, he answers only to their Lord. He holds the respect of those in the Rebellion, whether it be by fear, envy or mutual appreciation- he doesn’t care, they know better than to go against his orders. In a time of such turbulence, insolence will not be tolerated. If they wanted to win this war, tightening their ranks was the only course of action.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there’s nothin’ left
This life he lead took a toll, there was no denying. Though most believed it was the kind that blindsided you, Rodolphus knew full well what would happen when he stood at the edge of this path. Looking back, he could see the forest through the trees even then. It wasn’t a blind decision, especially given the young boy who so idolized him, who looked up to him for all he was worth.
No, he knew that walking this path meant he was signing Rabastan up to the same fate and he chose it anyway, because it was the right thing to do. They had signed up to a better world and it was up to the Rebellion to cleanse the earth of petulant peasants. It was an honour he’d so graciously accepted. Though the price was greater than he’d originally anticipated, he’d happily pay it again.
Except for Bella.
Her mind, becoming lost to the influence of the dark mark, of their great lord, was the one thing he hadn’t counted on and the one thing he wasn’t entirely sure he could stand to lose. If he couldn’t find a way to help her, he feared what might happen…
‘Cause I’ve been blasting and laughing so long,
That even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
There was no turning back now, however. He was in too deep, too far up in the hierarchy to change his mind or attempt to stop the wheels from turning. Not that he could, they’d already gained so much momentum slamming into a concrete wall still would not be sufficient enough to act as brakes.
The lit cigarette was pulled from his lips between two fingers and the puff of smoke shot out into the empty space before him as he tracked his prey. Could you really call a tied man, left at your mercy prey? It seemed a little too easy for the predator, but no matter. “Tell me, Mr. Travers. Are you ready to comply?”
The question had already been posed to the man once before, after many a mishaps from the family when Rodolphus had been asked to re-align his best interests to be with the Rebellion once more.
You better watch how you’re talking and where you’re walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
He was a whimpering mess, sitting there wide eyed, white knuckling the arm rests of the chair he was bound too. It was fucking pathetic. “What happened to the great Death Eater that so many had feared? What happened to the loyal servant who so willingly obliged his masters orders? What have you become, Mr. Travers?”
Rodolphus moved forward, finding himself growing tired of the cigarette he ground the nub against the flesh covering Travers hand, extinguishing it’s flame as screams filled the room. Though boredom was the only thing showing on his expression, his heart was filled with a kind of glee he rarely experienced in a mundane life.
Putting people in place was what he was good at, what he lived for. “It seems the first message was not enough for you,” his cool tone dripped with icy venom. He leaned in, bending at the waist, supporting his weight with two hands planted atop Traver’s own bound ones, the grunt at the pressure on a fresh burn caused Rodolphus’ lip to lift in a sneer… ❝ You should have walked away when you had the chance ❞
As per usual, Rodolphus was already prepared for his arrival. Of course you are. With a hint of a smirk still planted firmly on his lips, he stepped further into the room to grab the offered drink. It was, as always, of much better quality than the swill he could usually afford. That, if nothing else, had already made it worth the trip. But he knew from the message, detailed or otherwise, that there would be more to be done—work that he could ( literally, most likely ) sink his teeth into.
Fenrir watched as he cut the cigars, taking the one offered to him. Much like the liquor he kept, they were the expensive sort—nothing like he would get outside of their manor. “A leak?” The word rolled off his tongue with more than a hint of anticipation, ears pricked for the details. It didn’t take a mastermind to realize the implication of the job. Anyone who was foolish enough to create a loose end ( or god forbid, to double cross ) the Dark Lord was given a painful death sentence. It was the work he was most sought out for, most good at.
Pausing, he removed the cigar from between his teeth for just long enough to take another gulp of his drink. It had been a while since he had last had a good smoke. “I’m listening.”
The mission was one Rodolphus was particularly excited for. Not the nature of it, the fact that anyone thought they could leak information about their organization and get away with it was just pitiful- but he was about to get his hands dirty. Something Rod hadn’t been able to do in too long. He could feel the sizzle in his bones, his blood boiling with a deep seated need. He spent more time organizing and running things than he did getting out on missions these days, and he couldn’t deny the ache in his chest or how much he missed it.
“Yes, and I think it’s about time you and I pay them a visit.” There was a glint in his eye that only Fenrir would understand. Ice blue irises so pale they were almost white, as he glanced at his friend. “This one deserves a personal touch.” Normally, he’d let Fen take the mission himself. Lord knows how much damage the wolf could do on his own... but that ache was undeniable. And a leak was not something they could tolerate.
“See, look at that. Two birds with one stone.” Narcissa replied with a small chuckle, her hands coming up to rest around her teacup. She didn’t need a specific reason to visit her sisters and Rodolphus, of course. No, regardless of what she had going on, she’d always make time for them. But they all had their own lives and were busy with various things nowadays, so it wasn’t always as easy for them to spend time together.
“Very smart.” She nodded. “And generally, things are going as well as always. No complaints there. As for Lucius and I though… Well we’re good, but our parents are still determined to drag their heels on making any decisions, so we’re basically stuck dancing around one another in the hope that we can get five minutes alone together.”
Rodolphus raised an eyebrow at her words. It grated on his nerves that the pair had such a hard time being together, it didn’t make sense to him. Their parents practically threw Bella and himself together, so why the drama around Lucius? Sure, Abraxas was a grade A fuckknuckle, but Lucius, he was a fine young wizard.
No one would ever be truly good enough in his entirely biased opinion for Cissa, but Lucius came damn close... “You know, things can be arranged.” His gaze flicked to the beautiful blonde, then back towards the street as if he wasn’t talking about anything special at all. “I have an entire mansion, you know...” With his parents gone, it was his now. “And Bella would never say anything. You’re welcome to visit, any time.”
This was the exact time of the month where Fenrir was at his most ( god forbid ) human. Where normally it was all he could do not to salivate over the idea of the succulent taste of manflesh, the thought alone was enough to turn his stomach. The moon and its influence was shadowed and faced away from him, and with it the beast that lurked beneath his skin. Much like the days before the moon was full, he felt sick. Agitated. Discontent. But his condition was not an excuse to ignore his service to the Dark Lord and his subjects, and when a familiar snowy owl swooped into the broken window of his ( temporary, most likely ) home, he took the note tied to its foot with only slight hesitation.
The bird did not, as per usual, nip at his hand as he reached for it, but the wary look in its eye betrayed its mistrust of him. Baring his teeth ( although he wasn’t feeling it, not tonight ) he read the message that had been sent. Short and to the point, as expected. “You can go,” he grumbled to the owl, waving a hand in its direction. The silly creature immediately puffed up, looking as though it might want to strike before exiting the same way it came, leaving a few stray feathers in its wake. “Stupid bird.” After a final pause to finish off the drink he had left on his side table, he prepared himself to apparate.
Greyback walked into the study at exactly one minute past midnight, just in time to see Rodolphus pouring himself another glass. “Hope you’ve been saving some of that for me,” he greeted, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m parched.”
Though he had his back turned to the wolf at his door, Rodolphus smirked at the quip. Without a verbal response, he held a hand up- balancing a glass of whiskey that he’d already prepared for Fenrir. “Of course you are.” He always was. Luckily, his stores never ran dry.
Shifting his weight, Rodolphus turned to lean against the hardwood drink cart, taking in Fenrir’s appearance. It was one of the best nights in the cycle to see him, not that Rodolphus cared what position the moon was in. Greyback was one of the few souls on this earth he’d give anything for. “You got my message.” It was an obvious statement, Fen always did. And he was always on time.
He took a swig of his whiskey, relishing in the burn as it went down. “I’ve got a job for you.” Rod placed the crystal glass back down on the cart for a moment to reach for two cigars. His cutter came second, snipping the tips off both before offering one to his wolf. “It seems we have a leak...”
Rodolphus listened to her talking as he finished changing, and glanced Bella’s way at the motion to join her on the bed. One request that did not need to be made twice. He crossed the room in a few easy strides, tattooed hands finding the small of her waist as he lifted her up. Taking her place on the bed, Rod settled Bella in his lap, so that her petite body stradled his own. His grip almost bruising on her hips, not wanting to let her go even for a second.
“Fuck, you are so sexy.” he murmured, knowing he should get angry about the run in with the auror but also knowing damn well his wife could handle herself and if there were any cause for concern, she’d have contacted him sooner. No, right now, all he could focus on was her warmth, her beauty and how fucking amazing those lips looked. A hand slid up her side, gripping her neck to pull her down into a hard kiss.
Her skin was soft, so soft against his own. That delicate hand tracing the hard muscle of his chest as he lost himself in their kiss was enough to stretch the tethers of his self control. Kissing her harder, a low groan escaping him as he lost himself in his wife. It didn’t matter how many times they were together, how often he kissed her, or looked her way. How many times he told her he loved her, or got lost in her smile... It always felt like the first time.
Bella was his queen, and he’d lay down his fucking life for her without hesitation. The hand on her neck slid further, his fist gripping her hair, tugging her head back to break the kiss. Looking into her eyes through hooded lids. “I love you, Bella. More than you’ll ever know.”
The quill dropped onto his desk with a soft thud. He’d been staring at the parchment before him for hours, and was growing tired of getting precisely nowhere. A quick check of the rolex on his wrist had him giving up the endeavour and rising to full height. His bones cracking from stiffness that came with lack of movement for so long. It was getting late, and Rodolphus was expecting company. A parchment of a different kind had left his study at the beginning of the evening; his snowy owl having delivered a message to his right hand man to meet him here tonight.
It was short and sweet, “The study at midnight. - R.”
11:59... Fenrir would be here any second. Fen wasn’t one for tardiness, a trait Rod truly appreciated. Striding across the room, he paused at the drink cart beside the roaring fire that lit his study. Lining up two crystal glasses before picking up the whiskey. The sound of neck of the bottle tapping the rim of the glass as he poured the deep amber liquid broke the silence in the room. Filling one and then the other in anticipation...
“My man…” Narcissa couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as she considered his choice of words. Until their parents put their differences aside and actually set a date, Lucius wasn’t exactly her man yet, even if she did like the sound of it.
“You should have said that you’ve not had the time, I’d have easily swung in past the manor with anything you needed.” She offered with a nod. She was often in and out the Apothecary anyway, and it had been a while since she’d had the chance to visit her sister and Rod. “But I’m sure Lucius will be happy to see you, and you won’t have to interact with Abraxas as he should be there this morning, which is a blessing in itself.”
Rod touched his nose knowingly, then pointed towards the beautiful blonde. “You know, I might just take you up on that. If only to have you around more.” He took a sip of his coffee, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the peace of the moment. He didn’t often get to slow down enough to do things like this... it was... nice.
“Yes, I did check in advance to make sure he wasn’t there.” Rodolphus wasn’t a fan of Lucius’ father. But then again, no one was. “How are things going with you two, by the way?” It had been a while since he’d checked in on his favourite sister-in-law. “Or with you in general?”
To be honest Bellatrix would’ve happiyl stayed in her husbands arms, but Bella knew that he needed to go shower, which was exactly why she had pulled away. The woman knew that if she had so intended she could have easily kept him in her arms. But, she did quite prefer him to be nicely showered. Who knew that filth he’d been in contact with today.
As she showered she sellted herself onto the bed, not under the covers, but nice and comfy as sshe waited for him to day. “Of course they are all in panic. They think it’s the end of the world.” Which it probably was to them. Bella was just waiting for the day when the Dark Lord officially took over. Their world would be so much better than they were in control. “My day was okay I suppose” She murmured with a shrug, motioning for him to come join her on the bed. “I have a run in one of the aurors in Diagon Alley. She practically accused me of hiding information from them” She mused, a laugh on her lips. “Like I’d ever tell them anything. What have they ever done for us?”
Rodolphus listened to her talking as he finished changing, and glanced Bella’s way at the motion to join her on the bed. One request that did not need to be made twice. He crossed the room in a few easy strides, tattooed hands finding the small of her waist as he lifted her up. Taking her place on the bed, Rod settled Bella in his lap, so that her petite body stradled his own. His grip almost bruising on her hips, not wanting to let her go even for a second.
“Fuck, you are so sexy.” he murmured, knowing he should get angry about the run in with the auror but also knowing damn well his wife could handle herself and if there were any cause for concern, she’d have contacted him sooner. No, right now, all he could focus on was her warmth, her beauty and how fucking amazing those lips looked. A hand slid up her side, gripping her neck to pull her down into a hard kiss.
“Spoil sport.” Narcissa replied with a roll of her eyes before shaking her head in amusement. Much like herself, Rodolphus was someone she knew who put up very high walls between himself and other people, so she had always appreciated it when he let them relax even somewhat around her. Plus, she was not afraid to take full advantage of it either.
Signalling to the waiter that she was fine with the tea she already had, she waited for them to leave to fetch Rod’s coffee, before turning back towards her brother-in-law. “So tell me, what brings you out on to these streets so early then?”
His smirk was subtle, but enough for Cissa to catch it. She knew him too well. He almost felt bad for crashing her quiet moment, but he rarely got to see her of late. Between the Ministry the Dark Lord, his assignments, the Death Eaters and his beloved wife he’d been stretched so thin lately it had felt like eons since the pair had spent any time at all together.
“I came to see your man, actually. I needed to order a few potions, and haven’t been able to get here any other time.” He also, really, didn’t feel like getting caught up in the Apothecary’s busy hours- too many people he knew wanting to stop and catch up. There were few he gave a shit about, present company definitely included in that very small list.
“I ask myself that every time I open,“ Lucius muttered. There were better things he could do with his time. Maintaining the little bit of civility between him and Abraxas would serve as a priority until once he and Narcissa married so his only hope was being able to properly admit he didn’t see the use in trying to keep things running if his father wasn’t going to take a hands-on approach. “We have had the same stream of customers for at least a decade. I do not see them taking business elsewhere any time soon.”
The change in topic was a welcomed relief since anything about his father heightened the feeling of unease he couldn’t ever seem to shake off. “You have that look is all,” Lucius chuckled. “The one that says it is going to be a tough or interesting one to brew.” He wouldn’t need more information past that but the idea of getting back into brewing was all too tempting.
"I will mention drinks. Hopefully Bella will allow me to bring Cissa home once the night ends.” He paused then wrinkled his nose. “I am beginning to believe she will never properly trust my intentions.”
“No, I do not either.” Most of the customers were either on their side, or part of their social circles. It was a relatively tight knit group of people, of which have family loyalty that has lasted generations. Lucius, Abraxas and this apothecary were completely safe- if his fathers greed did not destroy their good name. Thankfully, Lucius was nothing like his father, and everything a good pureblood male should be.
“No, oh no this one is simple I promise.” He winked at Lucius, as he knew all too well how difficult some of his potion requests could be. “I’m just after a standard sleeping draught, having issues getting to bed some nights and need more than my liquor to knock me out... oh, and I’d love a paralyzing potion... one that makes muscles immobile but keeps the recipient fully aware of their... surroundings.”
That glint returned to his eye at the cheeky request, not elaborating any further on why he needed such a potion. Surely Lucius could put two and two together given their extra curriculars. “Yes, I’ll have a chat with my darling wife about it... surely we can work something out. It’s not that she doesn’t trust you, it’s that she has a hard time letting go of her baby sister.”
Accepting the book back with a half-hearted roll of her eyes, Narcissa went about fetching her bookmark and placing it between the pages before she set it down next to her other things. “Oh is that right? Last I checked, I didn’t have anything that I needed to be overly concerned about… And besides, what’s the use in worrying when I’ve got people like you looking out for me?”
“They have a few, though I wouldn’t have thought it’d be your thing?” She asked with raise of her brow before continuing. “I’m mostly just here for the tea and because they happened to be quiet when I arrived… But be my guest if you wanted to get an ice cream cone.” She grinned, amused even at the idea of it.
Rodolphus had to bite the inside of his lower lip to fight back the smirk that threatened to expose itself at her comments. Of course she had nothing to worry about, especially since she had Rod protecting her. Not to mention Lucius, Bella and the rest of the Death Eaters but he was just teasing her, after all.
He rarely showed his playful side but there was something about Cissa that had him easing up on that icy exterior he maintained. “As tempting as that may be...” He motioned to the nearest waiter. “I think I’ll just take a coffee.” He added, both to Cissa and to the little with who’d just appeared at their table. “Black, no sugar.”
Most evenings Bellatrix was home before her husband. She enjoyed her work, but she did enjoy getting being at home too. Her home with Rodolphus was her sanctury. She loved nothing more than coming, and spending the evening curled up against him. A lot of people in their world thought that they had a loveless marriage. But apart from her sisters, Rodolphus was the person she loved the most in this world. Tonight, was not not unlike most evenings, and she was at home first. She’d showered, and already put on something comfy, before pulling her silk house robe on top. She’d been settled in the drawing room when she heard his voice. Smiling, she set aside her book, and headed to their bedroom.
“Good evening my love….” She murmured, the smile still on her lips, as she stepped into their room, moving in close to him. Leaning up on her lip toes, she kissed him gently, before moving away, and sitting on the edge of their bed, so that he could continue to get changed. “How was your day?”
It didn’t take long for her to find him, and it took a moment for words to form again. She was a vision, always had been and to this day, she still took his breath away. “Hi baby,” he murmured lowly, a tattooed hand slipping around the curve of her waist to hold firm against the small of her back, tugging her against his body as he kissed her back. A part of him didn’t want to let her go, but he needed to get changed and wash the filth of the day from his body.
He disrobed before her, placing all of his clothes into a basket near the door inside their ensuite. Leaving the door open to he could talk to her as he stepped in for a quick shower, just enough until he was clean and fresh before towelling off and searching for his nightwear. A pair of cotton pjama pants and a vneck fitted shirt did the trick... “My day was the same as usual, too many chickens running about without their heads- panic setting in about these alleged inferi attacks. He rolled his eyes knowingly, brushing off their concerns as he pulled the tshirt over his head and moved back to towards his beautiful wife. “How was your day?”
Rodolphus has ink covering the top of both his hands. It’s full coverage that reaches his top knuckles, with letters one each finger in the space between top and middle knuckles. There’s a rose with the stem tattooed down the length of each thumb, one for his father and one for his mother. The family crest is woven into an intricate design on his right hand and the names of Rabastan and Bellatrix are woven into the left along with a depiction of a wild wolf for Fenrir. Those he cares for the most. For now, the tattoos reach the top of his wrist but will eventually spread to full sleeves on both sides.
