you've got no place to hide and i'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside. one look in my eyes and you're running 'cause I'm coming, gonna eat you alive. your heart hits like a drum. the chase has just begun. one misstep, you're mine. and you better stay clever if you wanna survive.
basics.
name: rodolphus desiderius lestrange. pronunciation: rō-doll-fi-us. des-i-e-di l-rius. le-strange. meaning: famous wolf. ardent desire. hound of the borderland. birthday: january 17th. capricorn. age: thirty-two. pronouns: he + him. sexuality: heterosexual. siblings: rabastan. alessandra. parents: roderick lestrange (father). astraea lestrange neè carrow (mother). other family: extended lestrange family. extended black family. extended carrow family (amycus and alecto carrow; cousins.) languages: english. current residence: london. born: london.
wizard fun.
hogwarts house: slytherin. year of graduation: 1967. affiliation: death eater. occupation: unspeakable; thought chamber. pet: none. blood status: pureblood. species: wizard. patronus: crow. the crow is a very well-known bird that some believe is an omen of dark magic. the crow is very resourceful, ambitious, and cunning. once they set a goal, they always seem to get what they’re after. crows are also fearless. regardless of what sort of creature they find in the way of their goal, they will do anything they can to overpower it. they are also very smart and have been observed using tools to achieve their means. boggart: not being noticed. amortentia scent: peanut brittle, paint, new books, burning cedar. wand type: apple wood. dragonheart string. unyielding. 12 inches.
appearance.
height: 5’ 10” hair color: brown black. eye color: piercing blue. hair style: parted to the side with light use of product. fashion style: black. leather. form-fitting. rings with larger, expensive gems.
personality.
positive traits: + resourceful + charming negative traits: - condescending - overconfident
theme song: monsters by ruelle.
quick facts.
roderick may as well as have been god in rodolphus' young mind, later replaced by voldemort. -- and himself as a close second.
the only time rodolphus cared anything about rabastan was after the younger boy went to school. they didn't have much interaction but rodolphus kept an eye out to be sure he didn't disparage the lestrange name. perhaps he should have paid attention to the trash alessandra was bound to become.
it's not common knowledge but rodolphus is a legilimens. although he has the power it's more of a power-trip knowing he has it in his back pocket more than anything else. he enjoys being a jack of all trades
he charms anything that moves. people either love, hate or fear him based on what he wants from them. he's used to playing with people's minds.
not only a pretty face and frightening, rodolphus is as intelligent as they come. he aced his schooling. in order to succeed in life, one needed knowledge. another notch on his "being in control" belt.
so much more.
headcanons.
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bio.
from the time rodolphus was born, it was clear that he was the future man of the house. there would be no mistake that their first son would be anything but and roderick took him under his wing immediately, leaving astraea to her own sensibilities. this gave rodolphus his first lesson: marriage was out of convenience and had nothing to do with love. roderick would even go so far as to teach his true son that love only gets in the way of one’s purpose in life, leaving rodolphus with a cold heart and large ambitions. he was his father’s puppet, being molded into what a lestrange should be and always was. rodolphus took to it like a fish out of water. he became so self-involved, focused, and prideful that there was no way humble was in his cards. the only love he felt was toward himself, part of the prestigious lestrange family and the sacred twenty-eight that spanned more time than other families only dared dream.
as his siblings followed, nothing changed for rodolphus. he didn’t take the caring big brother role. they were two little beings that made loud noises, got too close to him, and made too many messes. the only thing that amused him was their stupid questions to which he would give them wrong answers. he would confuse them and point them in the wrong way any chance he got. rabastan and alessandra had no chance. luckily for all three of them, the threesome wouldn’t be under one roof for too long as he was on his way to Hogwarts first.
when he was sorted into slytherin – the sorting hat skimming his brown black hair – the room erupted. there was no doubt that’s where he would be however, having a lestrange in the house again was something to be celebrated. having rodolphus in the house was to be celebrated. in his seven years, the young charismatic man charmed nearly everyone he met, whether that meant having them head over heels with him or being utterly terrified and willing to do anything for him. he was a success in everything he touched, including his classes. well, not classes pertaining to muggles which were a waste of time. but everything else – everything else – he mastered. he wanted to be prepared for anything and that meant knowledge. without knowledge there was simply no way to win. he had roderick to thank for that little gem.
surprisingly, when rabastan came to school, he did keep an eye on him. he wasn’t entirely sure why, but he felt like his younger brother was weak and, although rodolphus didn’t much care in the traditional sense, he didn’t want to see anything happen to him or the lestrange name. however, when alessandra came and was sorted into hufflepuff he immediately cut her off and refused her existence. she may have had the lestrange name but was not a lestrange. her life kept going in the wrong direction. worse and worse. she was a disappointment and deserved everything she got. she was lucky she was still alive. for the time being.
nearing the end of his stay at hogwarts the inevitable happened: the engagement announcement. he knew who it was. he had known his whole life. hell, she had known. he didn’t act surprised when they announced “Rodolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix Black are to be wed.” he simply raised his glass, put on a fake, charming smile he’d become so accustomed to, put his arm around her and nodded to the crowd. the wedding came and went. he could have done worse than bellatrix. she was a strong woman who could maintain herself. she wasn’t terrible to look at. to be honest, they were an attractive couple. they were an intimidating couple when they worked together – if they worked together. but like he learned from his father, love could get in the way of the bigger picture, and he couldn’t let that get in the way. right?
after leaving hogwarts, rodolphus knew where he stood in society and drank it up like the lavish champagne he would pour down the drain. he had the money and power that made it impossible to not be accepted into the ministry. he aimed to become unspeakable, leaving part of his life a secret only he could enjoy. the rest of his life was on display but behind the scenes in the thought chamber, rodolphus learned how the mind worked in a way no one ever could have. it was his chance to get yet another upper hand on those surrounding him. knowing it would increase his already dark abilities, it was only a matter of time before he learned to get inside the minds of society, whether it be the upper echelon or rotten scoundrels that deserved to live in the muck. legilimens was his aim, and a legilimens he became. yet another upper hand, as if it needed anymore.
as the war progressed, rodolphus sat back and watched it unfold, ever so perceptive with the dark mark beneath the dark sleeves he was forever seen in. the mark pumped through his veins like a heartbeat. if there was anyone dedicated to the dark lord, it was he. when he was called upon, rodolphus did the lord’s bidding on a whim, not thinking twice. the tasks he was given gave him pure adrenaline, only deepening his love for the wicked and cleansing the world of the unworthy.
rodolphus lestrange presented a strong face, keen mind and mystery to the world that could frighten anyone without his trying. what they didn’t know was the depths of his cruelty, his killings, his torture and, most of all, his lust for it.
